Bella’s POV:

            “MOMMY, MOMMY, MOMMY!” screamed my angel’s voice, accompanied by the usual jostling of the bed as she jumped up and down to try and wake me up. She always woke me up this way, and I must say it was very preferable to the alarm clock that sat sitting unused on my bedside table. Who wanted that loud, annoying beeping noise when you could have an angel’s voice?

            Aurora, my angel, the older one. My youngest was still sleeping in her crib. Well, she was, I don’t know about now. Usually Rora’s morning wake up call woke her up, too. Which, usually, I didn’t mind because I needed to feed her anyway, but she wasn’t feeling well last night so I was up until 3:00 AM with her. But, that is my job as a single mother. Luckier women have husbands, or at least boyfriends to help them out with these things, I don’t. But, again, these are my angels and I don’t mind one bit. I’m just lucky to have them at all.

            “Rora, baby, shhh.” I moaned, being to out of it to speak coherently. She looked up at me with her big brown eyes as I sat up in bed. “Mommy?” she said in that sweet, melodic voice. “Yes, baby?” I said playing along, knowing I would get the usual “mommy, will you make me breakfast?” I smiled at her as I heard, “Mommy, will you make me bwekfust” God, I love my baby so much. How could I not? She was my gift, my angel. “Yes, of course I will, Rora”. “YAY!” she jumped up and ran to the kitchen. I got up lazily and followed her. Antoinette was still asleep, amazingly. As I walked in I was rammed into by my little girl and a cereal box.

            “ Sweetheart, are you sure you want cereal? Mommy will you eggs and waffles if you want?” I said as I kneeled down to her level. I’d been spoiling her lately, I had every right to. I was going to make the memories while I could. Besides, she loved waffles, something I also preferred. Something my late husband didn’t understand about either of us, not that he really stuck around long enough to get to know his own daughter, anyway.. I’m not sure he ever really cared about us. I think he only really married me for the money. By the way, I happened to be loaded. Not only with my inheritance, but also with the millions I was hauling in with my best selling series. I’m a writer, which is convenient because I can work at home and lug around my laptop wherever my children decide to take me. I live in Portland so the possibilities are nearly endless. But, we never really ate out because my children preferred my cooking to all of the restaurants in town. Even though, only Rora ate real food. Antoinette was still on formula (I stopped breastfeeding when she was around 4 months, she’s now 9 months). But, my Rora still preferred my cooking. Why she does is beyond me. I don’t think I’m all that great, but as long as she likes it, that’s all that matters.