Chapter 5 Aurora's POV continues

I clean up the living room and Layla's room, thankfully she sleeps throughout while I clean her room. I take five minutes to organize her books, the little reading books that she loves so much as well as colouring books and one educational book. I like to stimulate Layla's mental capacity and she surprises me every time. After putting down the last book I want her to picture-read, I look over my shoulder to check on her. She's awake and smiling at me. "Mommy?"

"Hey Layla." I grin, walking towards her. I knee beside her bed and place a kiss on her forehead, making her giggle. "Had a good nap?"

She nods, "I missed you." she smiles, her little finger lightly bopping my nose.

"Mommy is still cleaning up the house-" she gasps and I nod, my daughter likes to tidy up herself.

I've taught her to pick up her toys when she makes a mess or call an adult to clean up after her when she breaks something she shouldn't be touching. but when Olivia babysits, toys are everywhere. "Yep, I'm cleaning so I'm going to need you to be very good while I finish up okay?"

She nods, "Yes mommy, good girl. Got it." she smiles. I hold out my pinkie finger and she hooks herein mine. I kiss in between the pinkies.

"Come on." I say picking her up from her bed.

Making my way into the kitchen with Layla in my arms, I sit her down in her seat and make her some snack as I heat up her lunch. I work a lot of nights but she doesn't know this because I tuck her into bed and I'm back before she wakes up. I sometimes wonder if Layla is dependent on me or the other way around, I vote the other way. I'm dependent on her, she's my sanity in this chaotic world and I thank God for her. When she came into my life it was like a joke, but it started to feel real with the sleepless nights and chaotic morning's.

"Now sweetie, drink up." I say handing her, her little water bottle. I have to give her water in the strawberry decorated bottle or she won't have it, same as juice, if it's not a specific juice box or bottle, she won't have it because it doesn't taste the same.

"Thank you, Aurora." she giggles, using my name makes her laugh. I feign a gasp, my hand coming to my chest for better effect. "My name is Mommy."

That makes her giggle some more. Ah, Layla, my little angel so peaceful and cute that's one thing God did right by me, giving me Layla when he did.

"Mommy, can we go to Auntie Layla?" I look up from my computer. The thing with Layla is she talks, ever since she said her first word at eight months, my daughter has not shut up, she tried out every word when she could speak and now we have full conversations, her speech is great. I guess it comes from the way I never used to baby talk with her. I spoke to her like she was grown most of the time and now she speaks well for her age. "You want to go to auntie Laylay?" I smile.

She nods, picking up her pacifier. The damn pacifier, I've tried to make her quit it but it never works, and it keeps her quiet most times so I just leave it, it's like her comfort item but she'll have to give it up before her third birthday that's for sure. I grab my phone from my desk and dial my sister Layla. No, I didn't name my daughter after her, it's just a coincidence. My sister Layla is named after our grandmother on my dad's side so little Layla is definitely the favourite grandchild at my parent's house.

My sister picks up on the third ring, "Hey Layla."

"Hi, Layla's mommy." she giggles.

"Listen, I'm working right now and umm Laylay wants to see you. She's been asking for you since before she was at Mom and Dad's house."

"Oh, that's fine. I'll pick her up for the weekend, if you want?"

I think over her suggestion, peeking at Layla on my bed, she's playing with the TV remote for once, like a typical two year old it's in her mouth and not pressing the TV.

"No, I want to be with her for a while. She just got back from her grandparents and I'm seeing typical kid behavior right now, I want her around. But I'll pack her a bag and you can come get her next week?"

"Hmm," she pauses for a while and I have to check if the call is discounted, which it isn't. "Alright. Have you thought about enrolling her into the school like we talked about?"

I sigh, "Fine, but I need time to make arrangements for the payments and other stuff. School and daycare are different territories and Layla is a little girl." That's my only problem with sending her to school, it's not that I can't afford it, Layla has enough money to last her through pre-school and university.

"Layla is smart Aurora, that kid is a genius. I taught her how to add once and she's been doing it perfectly for awhile, enroll her into school, she's too smart for daycare and besides, I will be watching her." she counters.

We've had this conversation for a long time and I don't know, I mean, I know Layla is very smart for her age but there's no two year old that goes to first grade, I don't want to rush her. But my sister begs to differ, she thinks I'm letting her intelligence and abilities go to waste but come on, Layla is two, she is an easy child but she has tantrums and sometimes she doesn't want to do anything, what teacher has enough patience for a two year old.

"Can we discuss this when she turns 3?" I argue.

"Okay, but Aurora, I'll be here for her." She pauses, "That's if you enrol her at my school."

My sister is a preschool teacher, a damn good one too. She loves kids and has the patience and kindness as well as every skill it takes to educate children.

Having two very naughty ones of her own, she has patience and doesn't yell at them, she reprimands them softly, it's safe to say Auntie Layla is every child's favourite aunt in our family. On the other hand, I would yell if I had her kids, they just don't listen so when I babysit, I give them money or yell, works like a charm.

"Bye sexy, I am hosting a second graders pool party for the second time this month, I swear your nephew is going to kill me." she sighs, sounding very exhausted by it.

"Alright, greet my nephew and tell my bestie I miss her." I say, referring to her eight year old daughter Paulina. She named her after her husband, boyfriend at the time they had Paulina. I laughed at her choice of name, I didn't understand what made her do it but now I do, they weren't together at the time so she wanted a Paul of her own, thus Paulina. I wouldn't have minded a Caelum of my own, but then, life plays cruel jokes on me.

Placing my phone down, I peek over my computer to Layla, she's shifted from eating our remote to counting the patterns on my duvet cover. I shake my head and then my attention back to my computer, double checking the custom orders that need my attention.

Olivia told me I had thirteen, which means they're from within the building and on my laptop, there's thirty-seven from the website. I started selling custom lingerie as a joke, after I customised my work lingerie with light trinkets like rope, I posted that picture on my only fans and it blew up.