as the sun goes down, the house is still loud, your daughter running around while florence tries to put pyjamas on her. you finish cleaning up after dinner and enjoy the scene of your daughter being to carefree with florence, see your daughter is your biologically, but not to florence’s, although she’s an amazing mum to your little one. your baby girl loves florence, even calling her ‘mummy flo’.

it’s florence’s first christmas with you and your daughter, you met her around september last year and only started dating in November, so you pushed back meeting your daughter for ages, but now you wished it was sooner, she adores your daughter like her own.

once florence puts your daughter to sleep, she opens your bedroom door to see presents, tape, and wrapping paper everywhere. she knew you took christmas very seriously, i mean the whole house looked like santa’s workshop

“you need some help there, love?”