𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑ᵃʳⁱᵃⁿᵃ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵈᵉ

𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈

I SWIPED SOME PINK BLUSH onto Delilah's cheeks as she sat on the counter, already dressed in her pink dress and her hair already curled.

She had practically begged me to put a little bit of makeup on for the dance, and I couldn't deny her. So, I gave her a bit of blush and some clear lipgloss, which she greatly appreciated.

"You look gorgeous!" I gasped, snapping the blush closed. Delilah cheesed at me, her pink cheeks puffing up.

My phone pinged next to her on the counter and we both looked down at it. Y/n had sent me a text, claiming that she was nearly here.

"I'm so excited!" Delilah bounced in her spot on the counter, her hands slapping over her cheeks.

I smiled at her, kissing her forehead. I took a second to look at my daughter, taking in just how quickly she was growing up.

It felt like I was just lying in that hospital bed, my mother standing at my side as I pushed with all of my strength. When she was laid on my chest for the first time, looking so small, it was almost impossible for me to comprehend how she was real.

Now here she was, a whopping five years old, going to school, and looking all pretty to attend a dance with the best person either of us had ever met.

"I love you so much, Delilah. I'm so lucky to be your mommy," I whispered, lightly wrapping my arms around her.

Delilah giggled, hugging me back. "I love you more, Mommy."

I kissed the side of her head before pulling away, my phone pinging again. I picked it up, reading Y/n's message saying that she was here.

"Guess who's here?" I looked up from my phone, watching my daughter's eyes light up.

"Y/n/n!" Delilah squealed, holding out her arms for me to get her down. "Go get her, go, Mommy!"

I giggled, kissing her cheek once more before running out of the room and heading downstairs as Delilah remained in my room.

We had decided to have a little movie-like moment, with her making her grand entrance at the top of the stairs and "shocking Y/n/n," in her words. She wanted it to be dramatic.

There is no doubt that this child is mine.

I skipped excitedly down the stairs, excited to see Y/n, although she was over yesterday to watch Delilah while I ran a few errands.

I ran past the mirror in the hallway on the way to the door, way past being nervous about how I looked in front of Y/n. I knew that she'd think I was beautiful even if I had messy hair and food all over me.

I swung open the front door with a big smile and nearly died when my eyes landed on my daughter's date. I had nearly forgotten that Y/n claimed she was going to wear the nicest thing in her closet to go along with the fancy theme of the dance, which was the suit that she wore for prom.

"Holy fuck!" I gasped, my jaw dropping as I stared at her.

Y/n grinned at me, one hand fisting two bouquets and the other holding a corsage.

My hand shot out the door and I gripped her arm, pulling her inside the house. "I don't need any of these hot moms seeing you in this. Get your ass in here!"

Y/n giggled, kicking the door closed with her foot. "You like?"

I raised my eyebrows, my lips trapping between my teeth. "I love. If you didn't have a date to attend, I would make you fuck me with this still on," I whispered, gesturing to her body.

Her cheeks blushed and she looked down on her outfit. "You think so? I don't even have the suit jacket on. It's hot out." She held out her arms, her white sleeves rolled to her elbows.