The chapters will vary in length. I've never written a story in a POV before, so I don't really know how to lengthen it, but I promise I'll try to keep the chapters long. This chapter is a bit short, but I'm working on chapter 3 right now, so I'll try my best to make it longer. Thanks for reading! Please review if you have time. I love critique of all kinds.
Chapter 2
I remember Gracie's third birthday party. We always did a tea party type of thing for her. For some reason, she just loved the little cups and saucers. And pink. She loved pink. Everything was pink. Decorations, the table cloth, the flowers, the center pieces, the cups. Even Gracie's little outfit. All pink. I hated pink by that time because she was obsessed with it. Pink used to be my favorite color. When Gracie's personality started developing more and more, she only chose anything that was pink. Never purple or any other pretty colors. Just pink.
I remember setting up for her party. She was extremely questionable that day. She was driving me crazy, but I'd give everything to have that day back.
"Mommy!" Gracie said, running up to me.
"Yes, Gracie."
"I want dis, but I want it pink, otay?" Gracie asked, shoving a picture in my face.
I took it and looked at it for a few seconds. It was a purple battery powered Barbie car. Of course she would want it pink. "It has pink on it, honey, see? The words are pink."
"No, I want it pink. All of it. Pink, Mommy. Otay?"
I smiled and kissed her head. "Anything for you, Princess. I'll see what I can do."
"I'm not a pwincess!" Gracie said, stamping her foot. "I'm a super pwincess."
"I'm sorry, Super Princess. I'll try to find a pink car for you."
"Tank you. You's da best."
"I try."
"Gracie, I got you your balloon now come play with it or I'm gonna put it up," Bryce said, walking over to us.
"No! No put it up, I pway wif it, see, I want it. Pwease?" Gracie asked, holding her hands out towards the balloon.
"Don't lose it, okay? Don't take it off your wrist," he said, tying the balloon string to her tiny wrist.
"Why?"
"Because it'll fly away to the clouds and you won't see it again. You don't want to lose it, do you? It'll make your balloon sad if you lose it."
"I no make it sad, I pway wif it and I be nice. Tank you, Bwyce, I wub you," Gracie said, hugging her big brother.
Bryce hugged her back and kissed her cheek. "I love you too, Diva."
Gracie ran to the house, and I ran my hand through Bryce's hair, kissing his forehead. "Thank you, bud."
"Welcome."
"Anyone ever tell you you're the best big brother ever?"
"Yeah, but it's still nice to hear."
"She's a lucky little girl. Not many girls have big brothers that love them as much as you and Matt love her. Not a lot of brothers would go out of their way to help their sisters."
Bryce shrugged. "It's no big deal, Mom, it's my job."
"Mom? What happened to Mommy? I was Mommy this morning."
"I'm too old to call you Mommy."
I kissed his head again. "You're never too old. You call me Mommy for as long as you want. You know what you can do for me?"
"What?"
"Go keep Gracie out of the garage, that's where her Barbie car is and I don't want her to see it."
"Okay."
"Love you."
"Love you, too.'
I sat down on our bed, covering up. God, why is it so cold? I covered up and cuddled into Troy. He always keeps me warm. He's like a warm teddy bear.
"Day went good?" Troy asked.
"Yeah. As good as a birthday party can go, anyways. Thank you for painting that car for Gracie. She would have gone nuts if it wasn't pink," I said.
"I'd do anything for you guys. You know that."
"I know. You're the best dad any little girl can have. I'm sure Gracie and Lily would agree."
"Lily can't agree on anything, she can't talk yet."
I laughed and laid my head on his chest. "I'm sure if she could talk she would agree that you're the best daddy in the whole wide world. I know I'd agree if you were my daddy."
"I'm your baby daddy."
"Don't ever say that again."
"You say it."
"Just don't. Ever."
"Yeah, it does sound a little gay coming from me, huh?"
"Yeah. A little. We'll go with that."