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She’s still asleep at the moment, which is rare for a Saturday morning. Usually, she likes to wake me and Amelia up early and tell us about the dreams she had. But today, thankfully, she’s still in bed, as is Amelia.
I turn to look at my beautiful sleeping wife. Life has been a little tough on her lately. She’s midway through her second pregnancy, and though it’s an absolute blessing for us both, she’s suffering. She has almost constant backache, she sleeps terribly and the morning sickness has hit her hard right from the start. But she’s so strong, and she always puts a smile on, especially for Gigi.
She’s the most incredible mom in the world. Even now when she’s running on empty, she always shows up for Gigi. She insists on always being around to take care of her, even though we did talk briefly about getting a nanny. But she’s a pretty hands on mom and she loves it all. She spends all her time teaching Gigi new things, playing with her, and doing all the basic things like bathing her and brushing her hair.
Gigi loves her so much too. They have a special bond that no one else could ever replicate. When Amelia brushes the knots from her hair, Gigi never cries or moans. She’s always so good for her mom, doing exactly as she’s told and doing so with a smile on her face. Whenever I watch the pair of them together, it makes me smile. My perfect little family.
Amelia moans in her sleep, trying to shift into a more comfortable position. I hate that she’s hurting. I wish I could take all of her pain away. I’ve always been protective of her, but this is one thing I can’t save her from. But I can do everything to make her life easier, so that’s what I’ll do. Starting with getting Gigi ready for the day ahead.
When I head down to Gigi’s room, she is awake grinning a toothy gin at me before jumping up and down in excitement.
“Me play, me play!”
“Well it’s a good thing it’s playtime then, isn’t it?” I grin, scooping Gigi up. She’s light as a feather in my arms and I twirl her around to make her giggle. She might be an angel when her mom is around, but she’s much more playful and boisterous when I’m on the scene. I guess we both have different roles in this parentship. At least we’re always having fun.
“Did you see the snow?” I ask her, taking her over to the window to show her. Her jaw drops like it’s the most amazing thing she’s ever seen.
“Where come, Dada?”
“The sky,” I tell her, looking up at the gray clouds. “You want to put your boots out and go outside?”
“Yeah, yeah!”
I smile. It’s the perfect thing to keep Gigi occupied for a while, maybe even wear her out a little. It will give Amelia time to sleep in and get some well needed rest. I hope it helps her.
I take Gigi out in her biggest coat and sturdy boots. She totters around on her own for a minute, exploring while I keep a watchful eye on her. Now that the sun is getting higher in the sky, I know there are lots to do for the day. I always give the staff the weekend off so I can be a proper hands on dad. Our personal chef takes the weekend to himself as well and I order in or make pancakes for us all. I spend my time running around tidying up after Gigi, no matter how much mess she makes. Days like this always tire me out, but I like them the best. I just want to have a normal family. I’m always busy at work during the week, so the weekends have to be for family and family only. That’s important to me.
Because this was always the dream. Having a business empire will always come second to my family. I don’t care about it at all these days. I’ll retire soon, rich and happy, and then I can truly make time for my family. When baby number two arrives, the chaos will only increase, too, and it will be harder for Amelia to cope with two babies.
And I like the idea of her needing me around. She’s such a good mom and I know that she’d be fine on her own but being needed around the place makes me feel important. Not that she doesn’t put me front and center in her life. She has no interest in anything outside this family, except perhaps her art, but she has less and less time for that as of late. I always try to encourage her to take some time for herself, but she says she doesn’t want it. She’s so happy all the time, and I can see it on her face. She’s not the same woman she was when we first met.
