August 3rd, 2003

Denise couldn't believe she was engaged. Preston made fun of her for getting engaged, but frankly, Denise liked it. The ring was huge. All her clients looked at it. She liked the attention.

Now, they were starting to discuss another child. Marisa was one and a half years old. If Denise got pregnant now. There would be a nice age difference between the two.

"Mommy!!" Marisa screamed from her crib. Denise sighed as she sat up in bed.

"You could get her sometimes you know." Denise said.

"But I sleepy." Kenny mumbled. Denise growled and got out of bed.

"You're a big help, Kenny." Denise walked into Marisa's room, "What do you what, risa bear?" She pulled the baby out of her crib.

"Food." She said. Denise chuckled softly.

"Food. Okay, I'll cook an early breakfast then." She said. Marisa grinned as Kenny stepped out into the hallway.

"Are you mad at me?" Kenny asked.

"No. I'm just frustrated." Denise walked downstairs.

"Why?" Kenny followed her.

"You want to have another baby, but you barely help me with Marisa, Ken." Kenny looked at Denise confused.

"I help." He said.

"No you don't." She said, "You're always at work, Kenny with your stupid singers and I'm the one who has to bring Marisa to the studios with me. I could use help sometime."

"The reason why I don't bring Marisa with me is I work in an office building, you're more free to roam around and take Marisa with you." Kenny said, "I love Marisa with all my heart and I would give anything to be home with he more."

"Take less clients, Kenny. You can't manage everyone on this earth." Denise said.

"Food!" Marisa wailed. Kenny sighed.

"I love my job though." He said.

"So do I." Denise said, "Are we ready to have another baby?"

"Maybe not right now or even this year, but we will have another one. We will, I promise." Kenny said. Denise put Marisa in her high chair. "We just need to find a better routine."

"Yes we do." Denise mumbled.

"Let's just focus on one baby at a time, all right, Denise?" Kenny asked his fiancée. Finally a small smile came across Denise's face as she fed Marisa. She nodded slowly.

"Please." She said.

"Can I have a kiss?" Kenny asked. Marisa giggled.

"No kiss." She said. Kenny gasped.

"Daddy dosent get a kiss?" He asked. Marisa shook her head.

"no." Denise chuckled.

"I'll give daddy a kiss." She said as she kissed Kenny's head, "I'm sorry for snapping at you. I'm just frustrated."

"I know. it's all right." Kenny said watching Denise feed their daughter. He had no idea Denise had felt this way. he was glad that she told him.

August 17th, 2003

Denise unbuckled Marisa from her car seat. They were going to visit Whitney today. Marisa was very excited and frankly so was Denise. She loved little Whitney and hanging with Amanda now.

"Come on, little one." She picked Marisa up and grunted. Maria stuck out her tongue, "Lord, Child, you're getting heavy." Marisa giggled.

"Big butt." She said. Denise laughed.

"Yes. You have a big butt, but so does Mommy so shush up." She winked and rang the door bell. Soon, Amanda answered it with Whitney in her arms, "Hey." She smiled softly.

"Hey." She said, "Come in. I was just dishing up some lunch."

"Thanks." Denise walked in.

"Bebe." Marisa said reaching for Whitney.

"You wait, Pumpkin." Denise said walking into the house. It seemed very cozy. A lot more welcoming than their house. Their house were filled with rock and roll pictures she had taken, Covers of 'Rolling Stone' she had done, and pictures of all of Kenny's clients.

Amanda and Preston's house was the complete opposite. It was filled with flowers, covered in Doilies, and photos graphs of the two of them, Amanda's pregnancy photos, and bout a dozen pictures of Whitney's first month alive. Her and Amanda were opposites.

"Would Marisa like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?" She asked. Denise nodded.

"Thank you. She would love that." She said. Denise followed Amanda into the kitchen, "You have a really lovely home, Amanda."

"Thank you so much." She said, "It took me forever to get it the way I like it. I wanted it to be...I don't know welcoming."

"Well it is." Denise said.

"Bebe, Momma." Marisa said looking at Whitney.

"Here. your Momma can hold the baby and you can look at her all right?" Amanda asked. Marisa nodded.

"Okay." Denise smiled as Whitney was placed in her arms. She loved this little girl. Marisa stared at the baby, "You can touch her gently." Marisa's tiny hand stroked Whitney's belly.

"So, have you and Kenny talked about more?" Amanda asked as she made Marisa a sandwich, "Pres mentioned that you were thinking about having another one." Denise nodded.

"Yeah. We want one more." She said, "Whenever we have time to do the deed, we'll start but it seems that we never have time anymore." Amanda nodded in agreement.

"Yes. I know that feeling." Amanda said pouring Marisa some grape Kool Aide into a sippy cup her nieces use.

"Maybe this time next year we will have a baby." Denise said.

"Oh I'm sure you will." Amanda sat down and sat Marisa on her lap, "Can you believe we're here?"

"In your house?" Denise asked. Amanda chuckled softly.

"No mothers." Amanda said. Denise shook her head.

"No. I never thought I would become a mother." She said, "I wouldn't change any of it though. How about you?"

"No. Never. I'm where I want to be." Amanda said. She glanced at Whitney "She's exactly what I want." Denise smiled softly. She looked at Marisa. She would be a mother for the rest of her life and that was perfectly fine with her.

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