I wake up early next morning. Rose has an important day at work. I go to wake her up. She is sleeping so peacefully. It breaks my heart to wake her up.
"Hey Rose, rise and shine." I shake her a little and then pick her up in my arms.
"hate dada. Want papa," she mutters. Ouch. That kinda felt bad.
"Papa is still at work love. Why do you hate me?" she is in her little space. f**k it. Really f**k it.
I sit her on the breakfast table and give her pancakes. I hope it cheers her up.
"want bottle." she says, rubbing her eyes.
"Don't rub your eyes, Rosalie. No bottle today. You have a meeting, you have to be at work in a couple of hours, yes?" I try using her name instead of calling her baby and such hoping it helps her slip out of her headspace.
"No big girl. No well." she pouts.
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