Disclaimer: Unfortunately, none of these characters belong to me, except for Elle and Harrison Stokes.
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After Elle, Harrison, Nick and Sara had showered and gotten dressed, Elle ran into the bathroom as she watched Sara apply the last of her make-up.
"Mommy?"
"Yes, Elle?"
"Do you think, since today is my birthday party, that I could wear a little make-up?"
"I don't know Elle. Only big girls that promise not to dirty their new dress chasing Greg around get to wear make-up." Sara knew that the highlight of most of the parties for Elle was chasing Greg until he was completely out of breath.
"I promise" Elle said, her eyes growing wide as Sara pulled out the tube of lip gloss that she got for her birthday from Lindsey.
"Ok, only a little bit. And we're not going to make a habit of this make-up wearing. Only today, because its your birthday" Sara said, as she applied a small amount of the shiny gloss to her daughter's tiny lips. "Ok, there you go, sweetie." With a little help from Sara, Elle propped herself up and looked in the mirror of the medicine cabinet.
"Ooooh, its so pretty" Elle said, as she kept smacking her lips together, enjoying the feeling of the gloss.
"Now let me get finished, or we'll never get out of here." Catherine had decided that since Nick and Sara's house was too small for the party, that she would have it at her house.
Elle walked out of the bathroom into the living-room where her father and twin brother were sitting. She sat down, practically on top of Nick. She grabbed his face in her hands and brought it close to hers.
"Daddy, look."
"What am I looking at, sweetie?" At this, Elle smacked her lips together for what seemed like the hundredth time in the last two minutes. "Oh Elle, it looks absolutely beautiful on you. Did Mommy do that?"
"Yeah, she said since today was my birthday party I could wear some."
"And she also had to promise not to ruin her dress while torturing Greg." Sara said, walking into the living-room. Nick laughed at the comment, remembering the Christmas party where Elle didn't leave Greg alone. Even when he went to the bathroom, she sat outside the door waiting patiently for him to come out.
She marveled at how nice her family looked. It wasn't every day that they all got dressed up nicely.
Elle was the first to be dressed. She had on a brand new dress that Sara had bought especially for the occasion. It was a pink, sleeveless dress that ended right below her knee. The bottom of the dress had yellow and purple embroidered flowers, which matched the flowers on her new white shoes. Elle's least favorite part of the outfit was the white stockings Sara insisted on her wearing. Her curls had been controlled, and some were held loosely on top of her head with a pink clip. She epitomized the ideal four year old girl.
Sara had tried her best to make Harrison's outfit match Elle's somewhat. Harrison had on a black jacket, with matching slacks. The shirt Harrison wore underneath the jacket was the same shade of pink as Elle's dress. Sara thought ahead of time, and instead of buying shoes that had to be tied, she opted for black Velcro shoes. Nick had told her not to buy shoes that had to be tied because Harrison always seemed to get them untied, and eventually he walked around with no shoes on. His hair had been brushed back, and after much begging and pleading, Nick put a little touch of his aftershave on his son. Harrison looked like the ideal four year old boy.
Nick had worn clothes that had not been newly bought, since Sara had neglected to buy anything for him due to the fact that she simply forgot and mainly focused on the twins. He had on a blue sports coat, that matched his shoes perfectly. His khaki slacks and white shirt were crisp, since he had worn them only once before. Poor Nick reeked of aftershave because after he put some on Harrison, he slipped and spilled the rest of it all over Nick. He had taken two showers to rid himself of the stench, but nothing seemed to work. His hair was slicked back.
Sara's skirt was khaki, which she purposely wore to match Nick's. 'Ok, so I'm a matching addict. Who cares?' Sara thought to herself. Her white button-up shirt had purple embroidery on the bottom, which had matched Elle's dress flawlessly. Sara decided to wear longer, blue jacket over her ensemble. Her hair had been left curly, due to the lack of time she had in the bathroom, and she pulled it up into a simple pony-tail. Diamond studs shone in her ears, a birthday gift from Nick. Her shoes were simple and comfortable, since she knew she'd be chasing Elle and Harrison around all day, keeping them away from any breakables of Catherine's.
"Sara, you look great. Hey guys, doesn't Mommy look great?
"Yeah" Harrison answered, really not paying attention because hair bored him.
"Mommy, your hair is curly like mine!" Elle said, fascinated how her mother's hair could go from straight to curly.
"Thank you Harrison, and yes, Elle, my hair is curly. Are we ready to go?" Sara asked, wanting to get to Catherine's early so that she didn't have to set up for the party all by herself.
"I think so. Elle, Harrison, ready?"
They both nodded and jumped up off the couch.
As Harrison and Elle grabbed onto their father's hands, Sara checked the stove and made sure the back door and windows were locked. Sara turned back around, and gave Nick the thumbs-up.
"Ok, lets go!" Nick said, trying to sound enthusiastic, although he knew the day ahead of him was going to involve a lot of "No!"s "Elle!"s and "Harrison!"s.
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After Elle, Harrison, Nick and Sara had showered and gotten dressed, Elle ran into the bathroom as she watched Sara apply the last of her make-up.
"Mommy?"
"Yes, Elle?"
"Do you think, since today is my birthday party, that I could wear a little make-up?"
"I don't know Elle. Only big girls that promise not to dirty their new dress chasing Greg around get to wear make-up." Sara knew that the highlight of most of the parties for Elle was chasing Greg until he was completely out of breath.
"I promise" Elle said, her eyes growing wide as Sara pulled out the tube of lip gloss that she got for her birthday from Lindsey.
"Ok, only a little bit. And we're not going to make a habit of this make-up wearing. Only today, because its your birthday" Sara said, as she applied a small amount of the shiny gloss to her daughter's tiny lips. "Ok, there you go, sweetie." With a little help from Sara, Elle propped herself up and looked in the mirror of the medicine cabinet.
"Ooooh, its so pretty" Elle said, as she kept smacking her lips together, enjoying the feeling of the gloss.
"Now let me get finished, or we'll never get out of here." Catherine had decided that since Nick and Sara's house was too small for the party, that she would have it at her house.
Elle walked out of the bathroom into the living-room where her father and twin brother were sitting. She sat down, practically on top of Nick. She grabbed his face in her hands and brought it close to hers.
"Daddy, look."
"What am I looking at, sweetie?" At this, Elle smacked her lips together for what seemed like the hundredth time in the last two minutes. "Oh Elle, it looks absolutely beautiful on you. Did Mommy do that?"
"Yeah, she said since today was my birthday party I could wear some."
"And she also had to promise not to ruin her dress while torturing Greg." Sara said, walking into the living-room. Nick laughed at the comment, remembering the Christmas party where Elle didn't leave Greg alone. Even when he went to the bathroom, she sat outside the door waiting patiently for him to come out.
She marveled at how nice her family looked. It wasn't every day that they all got dressed up nicely.
Elle was the first to be dressed. She had on a brand new dress that Sara had bought especially for the occasion. It was a pink, sleeveless dress that ended right below her knee. The bottom of the dress had yellow and purple embroidered flowers, which matched the flowers on her new white shoes. Elle's least favorite part of the outfit was the white stockings Sara insisted on her wearing. Her curls had been controlled, and some were held loosely on top of her head with a pink clip. She epitomized the ideal four year old girl.
Sara had tried her best to make Harrison's outfit match Elle's somewhat. Harrison had on a black jacket, with matching slacks. The shirt Harrison wore underneath the jacket was the same shade of pink as Elle's dress. Sara thought ahead of time, and instead of buying shoes that had to be tied, she opted for black Velcro shoes. Nick had told her not to buy shoes that had to be tied because Harrison always seemed to get them untied, and eventually he walked around with no shoes on. His hair had been brushed back, and after much begging and pleading, Nick put a little touch of his aftershave on his son. Harrison looked like the ideal four year old boy.
Nick had worn clothes that had not been newly bought, since Sara had neglected to buy anything for him due to the fact that she simply forgot and mainly focused on the twins. He had on a blue sports coat, that matched his shoes perfectly. His khaki slacks and white shirt were crisp, since he had worn them only once before. Poor Nick reeked of aftershave because after he put some on Harrison, he slipped and spilled the rest of it all over Nick. He had taken two showers to rid himself of the stench, but nothing seemed to work. His hair was slicked back.
Sara's skirt was khaki, which she purposely wore to match Nick's. 'Ok, so I'm a matching addict. Who cares?' Sara thought to herself. Her white button-up shirt had purple embroidery on the bottom, which had matched Elle's dress flawlessly. Sara decided to wear longer, blue jacket over her ensemble. Her hair had been left curly, due to the lack of time she had in the bathroom, and she pulled it up into a simple pony-tail. Diamond studs shone in her ears, a birthday gift from Nick. Her shoes were simple and comfortable, since she knew she'd be chasing Elle and Harrison around all day, keeping them away from any breakables of Catherine's.
"Sara, you look great. Hey guys, doesn't Mommy look great?
"Yeah" Harrison answered, really not paying attention because hair bored him.
"Mommy, your hair is curly like mine!" Elle said, fascinated how her mother's hair could go from straight to curly.
"Thank you Harrison, and yes, Elle, my hair is curly. Are we ready to go?" Sara asked, wanting to get to Catherine's early so that she didn't have to set up for the party all by herself.
"I think so. Elle, Harrison, ready?"
They both nodded and jumped up off the couch.
As Harrison and Elle grabbed onto their father's hands, Sara checked the stove and made sure the back door and windows were locked. Sara turned back around, and gave Nick the thumbs-up.
"Ok, lets go!" Nick said, trying to sound enthusiastic, although he knew the day ahead of him was going to involve a lot of "No!"s "Elle!"s and "Harrison!"s.
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