B - Fluff
B is for Baby.
Normally the sound of Rose crying would wake Bonnie before the alarm clock set for 6am even rung. On this particular morning however, when she opened her eyes and looked at the red numbers on the clock, they said 6:06am. It was a saturday, yet, still she was stuck in this habit... It was peculiar though, that the crying had not woken her, and soon after she realized this, she also noticed that her dark haired husband was not on his side of the bed. Which...was even more odd, since he slept like a rock, and tended to sleep until past 8 or 9 in the morning.
Bonnie sat up in bed, brushed her curls out of her face and then slowly climbed out of the King sized bed. Her feet padded against the carpet in the hallway, and a moment later she was turning to walk into the nursery.
She stopped, leaning against the doorframe. The site before her made every other thought irrelevent. Damon sat in the white rocking chair, with a fimilar little girl sitting in his lap. Rose, their small chubby baby girl, was just barely nine months old.
Bonnie watched as Damon was combing her little curly tuffs with a soft brush, and rocking slightly. Rose playing with a felt book in her lap as she leaned against Daddy's chest.
As Damon's eyes shifted up to meet hers, they gave each other loving smile.