Alex's POV
My daughter is going through a "mommy phase". Okay, I think that's an understatement, I guess the right word is obsessed. My daughter is obsessed with me. She only wants me to put her to bed, to give her a bath, to feed her or to even carry her. It feels great that my daughter felt safe and comfortable with me, but it is very exhausting. Now that she can crawl, she would follow me everywhere around the house and sits on the floor next to me when I'm doing something. If she can't get hold of me, it feels like the end of the world. She would scream bloody murder until I have to pick her up.
I think the reason for her clingy-ness is there have been a lot of changes recently. Piper started going back to work. Though she's not working full time but still, not seeing her mom sometimes maybe confuses her and also she started sleeping in her own bed. Her Aunt Nicky left for New York to visit her family, so it's just the two of us most of the time. Put it all together and you have a very needy little child. She is still a baby and I would imagine all these changes must be so difficult for her.
So right now, even though it is very exhausting I am enjoying every single moment with my daughter's obsession with me, since I know it will not last forever.
While I get all the mommy attention, I don't want Piper to feel left out. My wife is impressively mature about it even though Piper basically became like the third wheel. Therefore, when she's home I make sure to divide the parenting task as much as possible. She gets bath time and I take bed time. I also let them go to the park together without me. Sure, there were tears at first and some strong-willed protest, but when Piper starts to buckle her in her car seat and make silly faces the tears are likely turn to laughter.
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"Good morning, babe". Piper said as she's descending down the stairs while I am sitting in the living floor watching Bella play.
"Morning". I replied with a yawn.
I glanced at the clock and it's almost eight in the morning. My daughter woke up very early and I haven't been sleeping since then. I don't understand why she have to wake up early. Like, what job position does she have? What activities does she possibly have planned for the day to be up before us?
Ysabella is busy playing with her toys when Piper picked her up on the floor and gave her kisses.
"Good morning, sweetie. I love you". Piper cooed but our daughter squirmed in her arms obviously wanting to be put back down on the floor and she even accidentally poked Piper in the eye.
"Ouch! Okay, okay. I'll put you back, but you don't have to be mean". Piper said jokingly and put Bella back on the floor.
"Are you okay?". I asked.
"Yes, I'm fine". She rub her eye and stare at me. "You look tired". Piper noted.
"I am. Bella woke up at 4 am this morning".
"Again? Why didn't you wake me up this time?".
I just chuckled, actually I did wake her up and I probably gave her a couple nudges but she was sleeping soundly, so I just let her sleep.
"What?". She asked curiously.
"Nothing babe, I want you to rest so I didn't wake you up".
She sighed "Alright, but next time wake me up, okay?".
"I will, babe".
"Good" she replied. "Are you hungry? I'll make breakfast". She announced.
"Umm, yeah... sure". I hesitated.
I know Piper is trying to help, but she is so bad at cooking. I don't want her to be offended and besides I'm too sleepy to even whip up a nice breakfast so I accept her offer and just let her.
I just brace myself for some burnt eggs, burnt toast or overcooked bacon. Atleast she's exceptionally good at making coffee.
After a while, our daughter started to yawn and rub her eyes. I think she's ready for a nap.
I picked her up and she immediately place her head on my shoulders. I've always thought of this moment, me holding this gorgeous bundle of joy in my arms. A scene I have pictured in my head a lot of times during Piper's pregnancy, and then it hits me, I mean, it really hits me. I am a parent. I am responsible for this beautiful piece of life in my hands.
I slowly walk up the stairs and put Bella on her bed. She roll over and fall asleep right away. She look so precious when she's sleeping and my heart swells with overflowing love for my daughter. I can't resist that I lean down and kissed her chubby little cheek before tucking her in.
Nothing else can produce the joy or heart break that motherhood allows. I couldn't imagine going through life without feeling that spectrum of emotions. There are wonderful days that I am happy and contented. There are also days that I want to run away and question every decision I have ever made. Feeling it all, good or bad, gives my life purpose. Motherhood is walking around with all of your nerve endings raw and exposed, but I wouldn't trade my worst day with my daughter to my best day without her.
I slowly closed the door and I walk back to the kitchen to check on my wife.
"Hey Pipes!".
"Hi, where's Bella?".
"She's taking a nap. What are you making?".
"Breakfast Quesadillas". She said proudly.
"Really? Wow! I can't believe you're making that".
"Woah, woah, woah, woah woah!" Piper gave me a look that said "are you insane?".
"I want you to stop right there! Alex, you are talking to someone who won her sorority cook-off".
"Your sorority had a cook-off?".
"Well, we raised a lot of money for charities. And technically it was fratority. No house, just Co-ed".
"Oh Jesus! You are such a nerd". I said laughing.
"Guilty as charged".
We actually really had a nice morning. Piper's breakfast quesadillas are delicious. She stuffed in some fluffy scrambled eggs, fresh herbs and gooey cheddar cheese, all of which contrast so nicely with the crisp, golden exterior.
"Wow babe, that breakfast was amazing". I said and take a sip of my coffee
"I'm glad you liked it. So anyway, I know Bella is sleeping right now and I was thinking maybe we could...you know... spend some time together". Piper said in a weird voice probably an attempt to seduce me. I burst out laughing and almost choked on my coffee.
"Okay that's just weird Pipes. Don't use that tone again".
"What? I was trying to seduce you". She said pouting.
"I know, and you know you don't have to seduce me. Just ask." I said as I place my coffee on the table and slowly walk towards her.
It's been a while since I made passionate love with my wife. Piper was not the aggressive one in our relationship before. But now, thing's changed and she's more confident and adventurous.
I was surprised when she impatiently pull me closer to her and place a gentle kiss on my lips. As we kissed she place her hands on my cheeks and kiss me even harder. I start to undress her and bless her heart, she didn't have any underwear on. I hoist her unto the counter and she spread her legs for me.
I could tell she was excited because of the slight glisten that gave the impression that she was getting wet.
Taking my hand I guided my finger to her awaiting sex, piercing it and feeling it's warmth consume me is still the greatest feeling. A moan escape Piper's lips as she throw her head back while I pump her ever so gently. I like the sight of her, eyes shut tightly and her lips slightly open. She's clearly enjoying this.
As I pumped her I could feel her juices flow over my fingers, and with every sound of pleasure her muscle tightened around me as she was holding herself from screaming. I pumped her even harder and it didn't take her long when I felt her pussy convulse around my fingers.
With the kitchen still hot, it didn't take long for us to get sweaty, dripping for our bodies and the smell of kitchen sex in the air.
Piper was trying to catch her breath and I gave her time to calm down. I also noticed a big puddle of her juices on the counter. God! I love kitchen sex!