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    A Mother's Love

    “But you just said she wouldn’t eat it.” smugly, sure I had just one this argument.

    “Edward, she’ll eat it, it just won’t be pretty,” she frowned to herself again.

    “Bella, I’ll –“

    “No, Edward,” her tone left no room for argument, I guessed she’d had a lot of practice with Rora. I had gotten up already to go get baby food, and I sat back down in defeat. She smiled smugly and Rora looked at me as if I was a complete idiot for losing, she shook her head at me as if in pity. “What?”

    “You approached that all wrong. But, then, I doubt you could have done it anyway,” she went back to her spaghetti.

    “And why is that,” I asked in amusement and exasperation.

    “Because, she’s not wrapped your finger, like she is mine,” she said smugly. “Aurora Rose, watch your mouth,” Bella scolded her daughter, trying to hide her amusement as she went searching in the cabinet again. I leaned closer to Aurora and whispered, “ Yet.” She giggled and whispered back, “You’re almost there, I can tell.”

    “What are you two whispering about?” asked Bella as she sat down with a jar of sweet yam baby food. “Nothing,” both Rora and I said, then we laughed. Bella looked at us suspiciously, though I could see the amusement deep in her eyes. I smiled at her, and she smiled back and turned to Antoinette to begin the fight. I never dreamed feeding an infant would be so horrific, by the time we were done- and I say we because I’d had to help- there was yams everywhere. That included Bella, Me, Rora, the table, the highchair, the floor, and the messiest thing of all was Antoinette herself. Her face was plastered in orange mush, I can only imagine what I looked like, but, if I looked anything like the three angels before me, I would have yams in my hair for a month. Lucky for me, everyone was so occupied by getting Antoinette to eat that Bella didn’t question, or it would appear even think about- I don’t know for sure, I can’t read her mind- my full plate of food.

    She went to give Antoinette a bath. When she was done she gave her a bottle and put her to bed- I’m guessing that it was ok for her to eat again because most of her food ended up on us, anyway. Then she gave Rora a bath and put her to bed, it didn’t take as long as it did to get Antoinette to fall asleep, she was already exhausted. Bella stood in the doorway watching Rora sleep. “She’s going to make it, Bella.”

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