-- arms as if to help her wave to Isabella Swan.|| I'm sure princess Mia here will. Someone's hungry. Not that I don't miss you, I do. --

-- ||Another soft chuckle escaped me as I watched Isabella Swan leave the room. I lifted Mia up above my head and blow raspberries --

-- on her belly as we wait for Isabella Swan to come back.||

||I sat up a little straighter this time with Mia cradled close to my chest, taking the fresh, warm bottle from Isabella Swan grasp --

-- though not without returning her brief kiss before I focused on getting Mia to eat from the bottle in my hand.|| Thank you. --

-- ||A brow arched Isabella Swan's breakfast choice though I couldn't really expect any less. Maybe I had gotten used to routine --

-- but sometimes it needed changing up, especially for Isabella Swan I'm sure.|| Cereal is just fine.

I miss this account and SL.

||The ride over to my fathers place was quick from Isabella Swan and I's little apartment. It had felt like the first time in a long --

-- while since I'd truly seen my family, and to some degree, it had been. Not a whole lot of people had been around Mia since she was born -

-- and visits with the family were short and sweet, solely because of at least I made it a note to mention the fact of people like my --

-- clearly obsessed sister. A gruff snort escapes my lips as a bulky arm wraps around Isabella Swan's waist, tugging her closer against -

-- me as I lower my voice to murmur close to her ear as I pressed a kiss to the top of her head.|| And just like that, we won't be --

-- holding our daughter for hours. Hope you're prepared Isabella Swan. ||I gave a light chuckle as we made our way up the porch --

-- and in to the little red house, following in Rachel's footsteps.||

||There wasn't a single thing I disagreed with in terms of everything Isabella Swan had said. While everyone had their chance to finally-

-- get their hands on Mia, and spend time with her; Rachel being the one to take her immediately, it freed us up to spend time together --

-- without a baby in our arms or, right next to our bed. Flashing a lazy grin up Isabella Swan, I gaze her waist a gentle squeeze --

-- nodding my head as if in agreement before glancing around the room.|| I think they probably wouldn't miss us if we did. ||Standing --

-- from where I sat, I held a hand out for Isabella Swan to take.||