Probably won't update tomorrow as it's my college day and I will be tired but we'll see...hope you enjoy if I do not update I'll update on Thursday
Would anyone be interested in a sequel of this one or Loving You Is a Losing Game?
After boxing day they were settling into a nice routine, Esme kept waking up every couple of hours wanting to be fed and Carla's milk supply was well in force so she was more than willing to feed her daughter. Simon had also been getting Misty adapted to the baby and today he was bringing her home to see how she would cope wither, Carla was hoping that it would go well because she really wanted Misty to be well behaved around the baby. Peter was making breakfast and Carla was sat on the sofa feeding her daughter as she was so attached to her mother.
"One waffle for you" he smiles, she grins and continues to feed her daughter who begins to cry "So dramatic"
"Well what do you expect with us as parents?" she smirks, Peter laughs slightly and rolls his eyes "We should take her outside for a walk, I just worry in case she gets too cold"
"Are you up for that though? I don't want you overdoing it" he smiles, she nods eagerly wanting to get out and show her baby to the world even though being in their little love bubble was rather appealing
"Oh no" she whispers as Esme wakes up and looks around the room, she begins to cry "I know poppet, I know, come on go back to sleep"
"She is unhappy" Peter runs his hand over Esme's head as she continues to cry before settling down against Carla's chest "So do you need me to get her nappy bag ready?"
"Yeah if you wouldn't mind" Carla smiles bouncing Esme gently, he kisses Carla on the top of the head as she settles her daughter "Make sure you put the nursing cover in there so I can feed her if I need to as my milk is definitely in"
"Oh baby, does your chest hurt?" he kisses her on the head, she nods sadly "Hurry up and eat little lady, your mummy needs some relief"
"She's usually so hungry as well, she was up for a solid hour just eating" she groans rocking her baby "What we do for love eh?"
"Anyway we have nappies, wipes, nappy bags, blankets, a hat for her, a dummy anything else?"
"Umm" she hums quietly "It seems all good, maybe some nursing pads for me just in case but other than that everything seems good"
"Alright then I'll get those for you" he kisses her on the back of the head, she stands up and rocks her baby to cry and settle her cries, Peter reappears with a washbag for her
"Thanks baby" she smiles as Peter pushes the pram over to her "We'll pick Si up on the way back, are we walking?"
"Its up to you" he smiles "It might do you good to move around a bit"
"Yeah alright we'll walk" she confirms passing Esme to him, she grabs her coat whilst he strapped the baby in for her and then he helps her into her coat "Thanks baby"
"No problem sweetheart" he kisses her on the forehead, she grips onto the handle of the pram and covers Esme in a couple of blankets and puts a hat on her "Surprised she didnt wake just then"
"Me as well, must be in a milk coma" she chuckles as Peter hooks the nappy bag onto the "Lets go"
"Alright" he kisses her on the forehead as she pushes the pram out of the house, they walk to the pub and stop off there and knock on the back door greeted by Jenny who immediately calls Johnny who gasps
"Hi" Carla smiles as Johnny peers into the pram "Here's your granddaughter"
"She's so small!" Johnny says as Esme stretches out in her pram, Carla moves into the living room needing to sit down, she then took Esme out of the pram and held her "Oh Carla..."
"Mhm" she nods unable to express the way she felt, she rocks her baby gently in her arms as Peter sits on the arm of the sofa "She's finally here"
"You must come for new years"
"I don't know Jenny, we're pretty tired and the loud noises she wouldn't like it" Carla sighs pecking Esme on the head, Johnny beckons her to pass her over "Go to grandad sweetheart, support her head"
"Alright I have had children of my own" he says rolling his eyes as he take his granddaughter into his arms, Carla smiles at Peter who was brushing his fingers through her hair "Oh she's so lovely"
"Yeah" Carla responds softly as Jenny takes the baby into her arms "Support her-"
"I know" Jenny says holding Esme who was sleeping peacefully "How did Simon cope with her?"
"Yeah he's not really that bothered if we're honest but I think he finds it cool having a sister who's eighteen years younger than him"
"Aww" Jenny smiles looking down at Esme "She's absolutely gorgeous though"
"Thank you" Carla smiles just wanting to get this whole thing over and done with so she takes Esme back and holds her close "We best head off to see Peter's lot"
"Alright then love" Johnny smiles watching Carla place Esme in the pram making sure she was warm enough "It was nice of you to bring her around"
"Hmm" Carla hums taking the breaks off the pram "We'll speak soon"
"Come on lets head off to my dads" he smiles as they leave the pub and go through the back of Number One "Dad?"
"Peter!" Ken gasps as his eyes fall to the pram "And is this little Esme?"
"It is" Carla smirks taking her daughter out of the pram so Ken could have a look
"What do you think dad?" Peter asks wanting his father's approval of this new life he created with the woman he loved
"She's beautiful Carla, she looks like you" Ken observes as they walk into the living room, Tracy enters and rolls her eyes
"Do you want to hold her?" Carla offers to Ken who nods, she places Esme in his awaiting arms "She's pretty tiny, mind you, we knew she would be"
"No wonder you hid your pregnancy so well" Tracy states, Carla rolls her eyes expecting nothing less from Tracy "She looks cute, surprisingly"
"And what is that meant to mean?" Peter questions, Tracy just shrugs making herself a drink "We just wanted to drop in and show her off so you lot stop bombarding us with texts"
"Whatever, let's have a look then" Tracy peers at the baby, Carla looks at Peter who was getting rather angry with the whole thing "Hm cute I guess, skinny...are you sure you bulked her up when she was up the stick, Peter-"
"Enough" he snipes, Tracy smirks knowing she was winding her brother up big time, Carla takes Esme into her arms and holds her before placing her in the pram so she could sleep without Tracy or Ken staring her down
"I say we go home" Carla suggests "We need to collect Si and Misty anyway"
"Whatever" Peter mutters helping Carla into her jacket as they leave number one after making a brisk exit "Sorry she just winds me up"
"We'll talk about it when we're at home because I need her to feed so bad because my chest kills," she says quietly, Peter pouts his lips and kisses her on the forehead as they go to collect Simon and Misty...
On the way home, Carla was exhausted and all she wanted to do was cuddle with Esme but they had to introduce her to Misty first which Carla was nervous about, she seemed ok on the way home but Carla was still sceptical. She took some time out to feed Esme and Peter got them all some lunch causing her to smile as he fed her to help her out, Esme was starting to get really fussy when being fed because she wanted to be held in a special position so Peter actually had to order a nursing pillow as Esme wanted to be propped up with pillows all the time. Soon enough Esme finished and Carla took her upstairs to change her before returning and sitting on the sofa with her daughter.
"Right" she breathes out, Peter holds Misty by the collar and helps her onto the sofa "Here goes nothing I suppose"
"Be careful Misty" he says as she approaches the baby, Misty just nudges Esme's foot before getting off the sofa and sitting in her basket "Well that went well..."
"I guess" she shrugs as Peter sits beside her "She's changed so much already its just crazy"
"I know" he examines his daughter and holds her hand "Do you need anything at the shops tomorrow because we need to stock up on food"
"Nappies for her, just stock up on loads baby" she says, he nods "Maybe get another pack of those preemie ones, I think we should just buy a pack at a time in case she grows out of them all of a sudden"
"Yeah that sounds like a plan, I'll take Simon with me. Maybe you could invite Michelle around and you can have a chat about all that girly stuff I don't have a clue about"
"Yeah that would be good" she confirms as Esme starts to cry "Now what's up with you sweetheart? Hm? You've been changed, you've been fed not that I mind you feeding because I have loads of milk for you and you would be helping mummy out if you did that"
"She's trying to grow poor thing" Peter chuckles as Carla holds Esme close to her chest, she unhooks her nursing top and allows Esme to latch on "She's going to get really confused when we introduce the dummy"
"I just don't think we should I dont want her becoming picky over my boob" she says quietly watching her daughter feed "Don't you dare pull away as my milk comes in child"
"She's falling asleep on your boob" he points out, Carla shoves him "What?"
"Stop going on about my boobs, I have her obsessed with them I don't need you as well" she points out lounging on the sofa whilst she lets Esme eat "I can't wait until we can give you a bath sweetheart in that really expensive baby bath daddy got mummy for Christmas with all those fancy temperature controls"
"We just got to wait for her cord to drop off then we're good to go" he says as Carla nods watching Esme fall asleep against her boob "Uh oh sleepy baby"
"She does this all the time, gets carried away then falls asleep" she groans adjusting her daughter to wind her "Come on sweetheart you can sleep after"
"Oh she did not like that" Peter bites his lip as Esme lets out a cry, Carla rubs her back and pats it gently to wind her "Uh oh"
"Ugh Esme" she groans looking at the mess on the sofa, Peter grabs a cloth to wipe down the sofa, Esme continues to cry "What is up with you sweetheart?"
"Do you want me to try?" he questions, she shakes her head standing up and bouncing Esme "Sweetheart you look exhausted let me hold her"
"Peter its fine" she breathes out rocking Esme gently "Go to sleep baby, go on thats it, there we go"
"Asleep?"
"Yep" she nods placing Esme on her chest but that immediately wakes her "Oh so you want to be moving all the time then, ok we'll go back to pacing the room"
"We should get one of those baby swings" Peter says, Carla hums bouncing Esme up and down
"Ok I think we're good" Carla says with a nod "Right I say we try and nap when she's napping"
"Sounds good baby" he smiles as they head upstairs into the bedroom, she places Esme in her bassinet and Carla breathed out a sigh of relief that she stayed asleep, she climbed into bed and Peter held her close allowing them to get some sleep whilst Esme was sleeping...
They slept for a couple of hours until Esme woke wanting to be fed, Carla immediately fed her and they spent the rest of the evening nursing, Carla felt quite exhausted and nauseous so Peter suggested they just spent the rest of the evening in bed and that Carla needed to rest so he took Esme and rested her on his chest after she was changed and fed up for another couple of hours which allowed Carla to get some more sleep. Peter decided to order in as he wasn't really feeling up to cooking and as Carla was catching up on her sleep so he woke Carla when the food arrived.
"Ooh" she smiles stretching slightly, she immediately picked up a slice of pizza "I'm starving baby"
"That postpartum hunger kicking in then, love?" he questions, she nods enthusiastically eating her pizza
"Uh oh" Carla pouts her lips as Esme wakes up and yawns before looking up at Carla "Hello baby girl, wide awake now and not screaming the place down for once"
"She wants to look up at her mummy"
"Did she have good cuddles with her daddy?"
"Oh yes" he nods slowly "We had some skin to skin cuddles whilst mummy was napping didnt we Esme?"
"I bet she loved cuddling with her daddy" Carla smiles pick up her daughter and holding her close, she looks up into her mother's eyes "Woah look at those eyes!"
"Showing them off to the world as she should" Peter laughs, Carla grins and pecks Esme on the nose causing her face to change shape "Oh wow, she's changing so much"
"I know" she nuzzles her nose against her daughters causing her tiny hand to grip onto Carla's nods "Thats mummy's nose, yes"
"She's learning now, is she? All she knows is your boob so far"
"Well and...down there" she pulls a face at the thought of the hours of labour she went through "But she was all gunged up from womb life-"
"Is that what we're calling it now?"
"I could go into graphic details but that would make that pizza come right back up baby" she smiles resting Esme on her chest "I really want to get into babywearing as well as I love having her close to me"
"Yeah thats a good idea" Peter smiles "We also have her one week appointment soon as well"
"I wonder if she's put on weight, they said it was normal for her to lose some before she puts it on again because I'm breastfeeding her"
"And are you enjoying feeding her?"
"A lot, I love having that connection with her because we're bonded aren't we poppet? Hm?" she smirks pecking Esme on the head, she scrunches her face up before letting out a smile "Oh wow she's smiling, well it's not a proper one"
"It's just a face changing shape thing"
"Exactly that" she chuckles "Also I loved how you were dead protective of her earlier, made me love you even more"
"I just don't want people judging us"
"I know," she says softly rubbing Esme's back "But perfect or not, there will be someone who judges unfortunately and trust me when she's older I will be teaching her all the rights and wrongs in the world and how it's important not to judge and all those important things in life"
"And you will be perfect" he smiles brushing his fingers over her cheek "She will grow up loving us so much I just know it"
"Mhm and I can't wait for whatever the future has in store eh?"
"Me neither"