“What is it, dear?”I murmur.
I required this. “You consistently exude an appealing scent and aura,” she confesses while maintaining her embrace.
“I adore you, darling,” I utter softly.
Celine relaxes her grip to gaze at me. “I love you profoundly, Cohen.” She regards me with affection, and gradually, I bring my lips to hers. I kiss her gently and deliberately, and just as my tongue grazes her lips, we are interrupted.
Alyssa calls, “Daddee, up,” as she tugs at my leg.
I smile as I withdraw. “Time for a family embrace!”“I declare as I lift her, and we embrace collectively.
Alyssa expresses her desire for a kiss by saying, “MMMM.”
“Let us each kiss a cheek, Mother,” I say to Celine, and we both plant a kiss on either side of her cheeks, eliciting sweet laughter from Alyssa that fills the room.
I ought to put this young lady to bed. Embrace Father for a goodnight farewell.
Alyssa embraces me, saying, “I love you, little bunny.” “Wishing you sweet dreams,” I say, kissing her forehead.
I awaken to find Celine still slumbering beside me. The time is 6:57 AM. I have never slept this late prior to Celine’s arrival, yet her presence seems to soothe me profoundly. I draw her nearer and embrace her from behind. She stirs slightly but remains asleep. I embrace her tightly and fully seize this moment. Our lives appear exceedingly hectic, leaving me with insufficient time for such moments as I desire. I constantly desire her presence.
Today is the significant day. I am astonished by the rapid and profound changes in my life. I hear Alyssa speaking, and the clock indicates 7:18. I rise and don track pants and a t-shirt. I deactivate the monitor on Celine’s end table to avoid disturbing her sleep.
Upon opening Alyssa’s door, her countenance brightens at the sight of me, “Daddee!”Hearing her call me Daddy invariably brings a smile to my face.
“Good morning, small rabbit.” Did you rest adequately?I enquire. She nods, then rises and approaches the edge of the bed with her arms extended, anticipating my embrace.
Upon approaching sufficiently, “Jump!”I motivate her, and she leaps off the bed into my embrace. Her diminutive laughter permeates the room. “Sunshine!”“She evokes my recollection.” I embrace her and sing “You Are My Sunshine” to her. I change her diaper, dress her and then we proceed downstairs.
“Would you like bacon and eggs, Alyssa?””
“Smile for the camera,” she says. She is exceedingly adorable.
“You were required to employ the term ‘please,’ were you not?” Father lacks the knowledge to prepare that, but I will attempt it,” I clarify. I retrieve my phone and conduct a Google search. I discovered a recipe and examined the comments, which predominantly consisted of sarcastic remarks regarding “Who is unaware of how to prepare a grilled cheese?”“Nuisances!”
It appears quite straightforward. Expert advice: cook at a low temperature for an extended duration. Affirmative. After preparing a few dishes, I retrieve some watermelon for Alyssa along with her sippy cup of milk. Celine expressed her fatigue last night, so I will allow her to rest. I have prepared and wrapped a grilled cheese sandwich, requiring only a few minutes to cook upon her arrival. I set aside a bowl of mixed fruit for her as well.
Upon concluding our activities, Alyssa and I proceed to the backyard. I procure clean water for Alyssa’s water table and subsequently attend to work emails. I received several progress photographs from Victoria. They appear remarkable thus far. I am thrilled to surprise Celine.
“Bubbows, father, please?”Alyssa is at my knee, attempting to ascend.
“Do you desire bubbles?”“
“Bubbows!”I cannot refrain from laughing at her enthusiasm.
“Let us proceed to the shed to retrieve your bubble machine.”
I transport her, and we locate the bubble machine. I arranged it for her and observe as she enthusiastically pursues bubbles throughout the garden. I appreciate how even the most trivial objects can elicit profound joy in a child. I hear the back door open, and Celine emerges clad in one of my t-shirts and shorts that barely protrude from beneath the shirt. Her hair is somewhat more dishevelled than usual, yet she appears alluring.
Greetings! You failed to awaken me! “It is 9:30,” she exclaims in astonishment.
I laugh softly and gesture for her to approach and take a seat on my lap. “You appeared exceedingly fatigued last night, so I presumed you would benefit from additional rest.”
She perches laterally upon me, her legs draping over the arm of the chair.
“For what duration have you all been awake?”“She inquires.”
Alyssa awoke at approximately 7:30.
I embrace her tightly and bestow kisses upon her neck and cheek. Were it within my control, I would allocate significantly more time to kissing her and exploring her body. I am uncertain whether she is aware of this behaviour, but she inclines towards me and my kisses, which I find delightful.
Upon awakening, the house was exceedingly quiet, prompting my curiosity regarding the situation. Thank you for permitting me to sleep in. “That was exceedingly kind of you,” she remarks, subsequently burying her face in my neck.
“There is no need to express gratitude for my role in waking up with our daughter,” I remind her.
“I am appreciative, therefore I will express my gratitude when I choose to,” she states with a smile and bestows a kiss upon me.
“Mother!””
“I will allow you girls to enjoy your cuddle while I prepare breakfast and coffee for you.”
“There is no need for that; I will obtain something shortly.”
“I desire to,” I kiss her and rise, still cradling Celine in my arms. I occupy the chair I previously occupied, remarking, “You appear attractive in my shirt, by the way,” before I proceed indoors.
Following breakfast, Celine and I reclined on the couch together, while we set Paw Patrol for Alyssa, who engaged with her toys as she viewed the show. Your family will arrive in a few hours; we should retrieve the wedding bands. “We lack the time to recline on the couch,” I remind her.
