Baby Steps
I own nothing but Sandria Chrystyne Carson. I hope you like this. R&R!
I feel like smaking myself in the forehead as my husband carries our baby girl, Sandria Chrystyne, on his hip around the living room.
"She does have legs, ya know?" I remind him. For a guinus, he can be a bit stupid sometimes. It's like our daughter can't even walk!
"She can't walk," he complies.
I roll my eyes, "Well, Mr. Carson, I think she can! Cruger's let me off of work for so long and all I do all day is baby this and baby that!"
"Prove it, Mrs. Carson!" he challenges. He hands me Sandria.
I help our baby girl stand up and she starts to wobble. She slowly waddles towards me and as she falls into my arms I catch her.
"I've gotcha," I assure her softly as she grabs my shirt. "It's okay, baby. Momma's here."
I stand up and join my husband on the couch, rubbing my daughter's back allthewhile. He kisses me and takes are daughter. We watch as she drifts off to sleep.
"I love you, Bridge," I whisper to him, looking up from our baby girl. He looks up at me.
"I love you too, Z," he whispers back, before kissing me softly on the lips.