May 11th, 2018
Lennon snuggles into my chest, sound asleep. Finally. The poor baby hasn't been feeling well, and she's been mega fussy lately. I stand up as gently as possible and carry her to mine and Charlie's bedroom. I place her in the middle of the bed, surrounding her with rolled up blankets and pillows so that she can't roll very far. I would put her in her own bed, but I feel bad for her tonight since she's sick. Also, Charlie will probably be home late and I don't want to sleep alone. Maybe I just want to spoil my girl. So what?
Lennon Rose is seven months old, and she has grown like a weed. It's unbelievable. She has two little teeth on the bottom, her hair is just like Charlie's, and she is starting to crawl everywhere. She's already a little diva like her uncle Shawn, and my hands are full.
Charlie's second album Voicenotes was released today, and I decided not to join him at his album release party since our baby isn't feeling good. Instead, Shawn went as his date (or so I like to say), and Camila came over to stay with Lennon and I to drink wine and flip through wedding catalogs.
I make sure the baby monitor is on, and tip toe back down the stairs, careful to not wake the beast.
"She's down for good?" Camila asks.
"Hopefully." I cross my fingers, praying that she gets a good rest.
"You're such a good mom. I'm so proud of you." Camila gazes at me lovingly.
"I think you've had too much wine." I comment with a laugh.
"No. I am being serious. Besides, drunk words are sober thoughts, Mia."
I roll my eyes and chuckle, picking up a new magazine.
"Mia. Two years ago, I never would have thought we would be where we are now. I'm so glad I have you and Charlie and Shawn in my life... and Lennon. Oh my God, you had a baby, Mia." She rambles, getting severely off topic. Even if she's had too much wine, I know that isn't the wine talking, it's just Camila's personality. She's sporadic.
"I did have a baby." I nod, leaning back into the couch and wondering how I ended up here.
"What's it like? Being a mom?" She props her jaw on her palm and searches my face for an answer.
"It's the best thing that has ever happened to me." I immediately answer. "It's also the hardest thing that I've ever done. But she's worth it." I add.
She smiles and nods, glancing up at a photo of newborn Lennon hanging on our living room wall.
"Camila." I say sternly, in realization.
"What?" She quickly snaps her focus back to me.
"Are you...?" I trail off, eyeing her curiously.
"Pregnant? Of course not. I'm wine drunk right now, Mia!" I laugh, realizing that was a dumb question.
"I want one though." She blurts out.
"Really?" I almost squeal, but then remember that Lennon is sleeping upstairs.
"Yeah, kinda." She shrugs. "I just wanna wait until we're married, and ready I guess. My niece just kind of gives me baby fever." She chuckles, once again admiring the picture of little baby Lennon on the wall.
"What are you gonna do when Charlie goes on tour?" She asks softly.
I sigh, knowing that it would be approaching soon, and I didn't want to face it.
"We are going to call him as often as we can, and see him as often as we can. I just don't think we should go with him. She's too little, y'know?" I want to cry and scream just thinking about Charlie heading off on a tour. I depend on him so much, and I know he feels the same way about having to leave us.
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DANCING ON MY OWN (Charlie Puth)
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