Happy Moments

I watch Alaric as he moves around the room.

"Baby girl, have you sorted it?" He looks over at me.

"No, I just sat there for the fun of sir," I smirk and he groans.

"Behave, please. After last night, behave and just answer." He looks at me unamused.

"I sorted it," I say, standing I walk to him and hold it out.

"I don't need it now, put it away. Do I look like I could do anything right now?" he asks, and I step back, looking at him amused. "Brat."

Laughing at his words, I nod. Leaning forward, I kiss him. "Hand her here, then you have two hands," I say, reaching for Isla, but his hand stops me.

"Or, you help." He smiles and walks across the room, putting her in the crib. Pouting, I nod. "Don't. She's settled, and you're helping me. Everyone will be here soon." He moves and begins to set the table. Okay, I will stop picking on him.

Walking through I begin to sort out the food, my eyes on Isla, it's crazy to think that she is already nearly two months old. Even more crazy is when I consid