Some Doccubaby fluffy stuff. Enjoy!
"Rose, baby be careful!" Lauren frets as we watch our daughter play on the monkey bars, swinging back and forth with a wide small on her face. "Bo, go get her. What if she falls?" she looks at me with panicked eyes then quickly back at out daughter.
I place my hand over my wife's on our picnic blanket and chuckle, "Babe calm down. Look how much fun she's having." I point out.
Lauren grumbles, "If she hurts herself I'm going to blame you. She shouldn't swing on that thing like that."
"What do you want to do? Put her in a plastic bubble?" I challenge.
She scoffs, "She's you're daughter, like that would stop her from getting into some kind of trouble. Rose! Honey, you can't climb the slide!" Lauren says anxiously as she starts to stand from the blanket.
I can't help but laugh and bring my wife closer to me, stopping her from going anywhere, as we watch our daughter run around and play with some other kids on the play ground. "We made a good kid babe. You don't have to worry. Let her have some fun."
Lauren pouts and crosses her arms over her chest, "I don't like it. You know how I get. She's only seven and she's already broken her arm once."
"Which was a complete accident." I defend and squeeze my wife closer to me.
"She was jumping on the bed!" she wails, getting all worked up. "Not to mention-"
I cut her off and bring her lips to mine in a silencing kiss. "Not to mention she's a little girl who likes to rough it out with the boys." I finish for her and kiss her once more. "Just like her mother."
Lauren grins and pushes out of my embrace, "This is all your fault." she kids and pokes my arm.
"Just let her have some fun babe." I say with a smile and bring my eyes back to my daughter.
Lauren and I had decided on a donor that had blonde hair like Lauren's, brown eyes that were almost like Lauren's, and from his profile he was just as smart as my wife. We wanted out daughter to look like she came from both of us as much as possible. And she does. She has hair like Lauren, eyes like mine and from her personality she was a lot like me. There wasn't a thing we wouldn't do for our baby. She had us wrapped around her little finger with her charm and she knew it.
Rosie Kristen Lewis was born on October 15, 2006. It took a lot of work to get our Rosie here to us. Besides having to find a suitable sperm donor we had many complications during my pregnancy. So many that we weren't even sure if she would make it out. During the nine months of pregnancy we had quite a few scares and her labor proved to be the hardest thing I had to go through in my life. Almost two whole days of labor and at four thirty-five that morning we heard the joyous cry of our little girl. She weighed six pounds even and had the brightest head of blonde hair you'd ever see. Lauren had decided on Rosie as soon as she saw her because of her plump rosy cheeks.
She was and still is the most precious thing that ever came into our lives.
"Mommy, momma!" Rosie dances over to Lauren and I on the blanket.
"Yes Rose?" I take her hands into mine to keep her still for a second. Which if course didn't work for a second.
She points in a general direction and bounces on the soles of her feet,"Can I, can I play football?"
My wife looks where she pointed to a group of, what looked like, ten year old boys before turning her yes back to Rosie. "I don't know sweetheart. I don't want you to get hurt." Lauren says and looks at me. "How about you and mommy and me go for a walk and get ice cream?"
Rose just looks at Lauren with those big eyes as I pull her down into my lap, "But momma I wanna play football with my new friends."
Lauren nods, "And you can play. With your mommy at the house once we get ice cream."
Rose pulls her hands out of mine and crosses her arms unhappily over her chest, "We can never do what I wanna do. I wanna do what I wanna do." she stops her feet on the blanket before turning to me. "Mommy I wanna okay football. Can I please play?" she looks up at me with those big, teary brown eyes and I have to look at Lauren, my resolve cracking quicker by the second.
My wife watches me with a raised eyebrow, telling me that 'no' was the finally answer.
"I'm sorry Kitten but momma says no." I see Lauren nod once and start to pack up the picnic.
She throws her arms around my neck and buries her face in my shoulder. "But mommy.."
"I'll make you a deal." I whisper into her ear. "We can go get ice cream and then I'll bring you back to the park tomorrow to play football while momma is at work."
She instantly perks up at that idea and gives me a tight hug along with a sloppy wet kiss on my cheek, "Can we take pictures with your fancy camera too?" she asks with wonder.
"Anything for you Kitten." I smile and look over at Lauren who is scolding us. "What?" I question and run my hand over my daughters blonde hair. "She like football." I shrug.
Lauren just shakes her head with a grin, "Come on then. Sounds like you two have a busy day tomorrow and it's getting late." she eyes us and straps the picnic bag on her shoulder.
Rose covers her face and utters,"Uh oh. I think we is in trouble mommy." quietly to me.
I laugh and stand, bringing my daughter with me, "Don't worry. I'll get is out of it." I smile while picking her up and spinning her around before sitting her down safely. "Now come on pretty girl. Ice cream awaits us."
"I'm gonna get chocolate." she grabs my hand then Lauren's. "What are you gonna get momma?" she asks Lauren, flashing that cute smile that Lauren always melts to.
My wife smiles down at Rose and taps her chin with her finger, "I think I'm gonna get the creme pop."
"Eeewww. Momma you're gross." she says and makes a face as she looks up at me. "What kinda are you getting mommy?"
"I don't know." I shrug with a smile. "I was thinking a Flinstone pop."
She makes a face at me. "You're gross too mommy."
"Hey, what's so wrong with that?"
"It's not chocolate dear." Lauren says with a smug grin. "Anything that isn't chocolate is gross."
I chuckle and nod understandingly, "You'd even eat chocolate broccoli Kitten?"
Rosie nods, "Broccoli is gross but chocolate would make it better!" she says proudly.
"But there is no healthy quality of putting chocolate on your broccoli Rose." Lauren counters.
Rose shakes her head no, "Well there's no healthy quality in your face." she says and sticks her little tongue out.
Lauren looks at me with wide eyes as I try to hold on my laughter. "Who taught you that?"
"Auntie K." she says proudly.
"I'll have to talk your Auntie K about that." Lauren grumbles to herself.
I laugh as Rose starts to ramble on about what her and her Auntie K did last weekend and I can't help the wide smile that spreads across my face. I don't think I ever have been so content in my life. I finally had my family. I had my world.