Jess stood in the middle of the living room, rubbing her head. The amount of sleep she was getting had been reduced in the past couple of weeks and it had started to take it's toll. She quickly looked in the mirror above the fireplace and ran her hand through her hair. She was looking rough. She picked up a small pink rucksack that was laying on the floor and placed it on the sofa, before half jogging to a door at the far end of the room. She leaned in to see a little girl, one white sock on and one pink, wearing a white shirt, a school jumper and her pajama bottoms. Jess laughed and walked in to help her. “Rosie sweetheart what are you doing?”
“I'm grown up so I have to get ready all by my self now” The little girl said to her as the took of her socks and replaced them with a white frilly pair. She looked down at her and couldn't help but smile. Rosie has right, she was growing up, and too fast for Jess' liking. It didn't seem that long ago that she was holding her in her arms, cradling her to sleep.
Rosie had started school four months ago and Jess was pleased to see that she had settled in fine. She had her worries, just like all mothers did, but she was doing great. Just like everyone always said she would. “You've done very well, doing all this by yourself, but let me help you just for today. Okay?” The little girl smiled and let her mother dress her, stepping out of her pajamas and into a little pleated skirt. She looked up at her 'mammy' with the eyes that made Jess' insides melt. “Is Daddy taking me to school today?”
“Yes and he'll be round soon so we better hurry up or you'll be late,” She touched her gently on her nose, causing her to wrinkle it up and giggle. “Now come on,” Jess said. “Breakfast,”

Kris walked up to the door of the flat and heard the commotion of what was going on inside. He laughed to himself and knocked on the door. From the inside he heard cries of “Daddy!” and she door was opened by a disorientated looking Jess holding a lunchbox in one hand and a empty bowl of cereal in the other. Kris gladly took the bowl off her and took it over to the sink, followed by Rosie, who was now repeatedly saying “Daddy. Are you taking me to school today?” He looked down at her and sunk to his knees so he was at her level. She had overwhelming brown eyes just like Jess, almost too grown up for her little face, and her blonde her was in tiny plaits and was finished off with two perfectly red bows to match her uniform. She repeated herself again, her angelic voice masking her troublesome nature. “Yes I am,” Kris answered her, “And I'm going to pick you up as well,” Rosie beamed at him, her eyes lighting up. “Can we go to aunty Zoë's please?” Kris looked over at Jess, who was now packing sandwiches into the lunchbox. “Well you better ask your mammy,” Kris told her. He didn't want to aggravate Jess. He knew that she was under a lot of stress, what with Rosie starting school and getting promoted. “Mammy, can I go to Aunty Zoë's with Daddy?” She handed Rosie the lunch box and straightened up her little skirt, before turning to Kris and nodding. “Now go on you two, or you'll be late” She kissed Rosie on the head and she Ran out the door after Kris, leaving Jess to clean up the mess the apartment was now in.

Absolutely fantastic start Alex!!
I am hooked already
I just love the title and there is so much detail and Rosie seems like a little sweetie
Please Please continue asap...

Lianne xxx

fabby continue soon

Fabtastic!

this is really good! hope you carry on soon xxx

fabarooney

Chapter 2- Aunty Zoë's house

The school day finished and Rosie was met at the gates by Kris, who waved at her as she skipped up to him. Some of the other children walking down had paint on their them, and their clothes had patches of mud everywhere, but not Rosie. Kris couldn't help but thinking that no matter what activity she did, she never let herself get dirty. Her hair was still neatly tied in plaits and the ribbons were in place just as they had been that same morning. He caught her and spun her round in the air, amazed at how beautiful she was. She laughed uncontrollably and looked around at the other children when he set her down onto the floor. She knew that they were looking at her, and she liked it. This, Kris thought, was Rosie's most distinctive moment. This was the moment that showed just how much like her mother she really was. She was cheeky just like Kris, and had the same mischievous little grin that always made him think think she was up to something. But that was where the similarities stopped. The rest of her was Jess', all Jess'. Her dark brown eyes, her flowing hair, her craving for attention. Although he supposed that most small children were the same.
Twenty minutes later they were pulling up on the drive of Zoë's house. She had done well for herself and, living in a four bedroom house with her boyfriend Dylan, she was showing it. Rosie unhooked her own car seat and waited for her Daddy to open to door, before jumping out the car and running and fast as her little legs would allow her all the way to the front door. “Daddy what're doing?" She asked as Kris rummaged in the boot of his car. He looked up and bumped his head on the door, causing Rosie to go into fits of giggles. Kris laughed back as he and rubbed his head. “I'm getting some of your toys, mammy said you'd get bored.”
“I wont get bored,” The little girl said this with so much authority, it was hard to imagine she she only a child of five years. “I never get bored at Aunty Zoë's!” Kris nodded and replaced the toys back into the boot of the car. “If you say so miss. But if you want them later on, I'm not coming out to get them for you.” Kris knew as he said this that it was a lie. Whatever his daughter ever wanted and, or needed, he always made sure she got it. He knew that if his daughter requested her toys, he would go and get them for her. He couldn't resist.

He walked up to his daughter who was now staring at a ladybird that was perched on the plant outside. “Its five years old Daddy like me. See,” She said. “Because it's got five spots.” She began to count them. “One, two, three... four, five!” She looked up at her Daddy, proud of what she had just told him. “Now who learnt you how to do that?” He asked her.
“Jamie” She said, as if everyone should know who Jamie was.
“And who's Jamie?”
“He's my friend” She said quietly. “Because he lent me pencil when mine got broke” Kris felt his love for her growing more than he ever thought it could. She was so innocent, so little and yet, he knew she wouldn't stay like that. She'd grow to be strong. He picked her up so that she could reach the doorbell. She heard a dog bark and began to to excited. “Sally! Sally!” She shouted seeing the door open and Sally the Labrador come bounding out to meet herself and Kris. He set Rosie down and she said “Hi Aunty Zoe.” Before running after Sally into the house. Kris hugged Zoë and they walked into the house and on into the kitchen. It was sparkling clean with white walls and green shimmering tiles surrounding the work tops. Dylan was at a table at the far end of the room, reading the newspaper, and he set it on the table in seeing Kris enter. “Hello Kris mate, long time no see eh?”
“Yeah I know it's been awhile,” Kris replied. He got along with Dylan really well. This had surprised him as he, along with everyone else, had expected Zoë to get together with Zak. When things didn't really work out like that, he took it open himself not to like any of Zoë's boyfriends and ultimately, drive them away. Dylan was different though. He treated her with the respect she deserved, and he loved her. Kris could see that, and he didn't want to intervene. “So how've you been?” Kris asked, sitting himself down at the table. Zoë laughed from the far end of the room. “Oh apart from putting himself in hospital. Okay I suppose.
Kris raised his eyebrows and looked back at Dylan, smiling. “Hospital. How did you manage that?” Dylan sighed and rubbed his neck in embarrassment. “Though I'd try and clean the windows. Turns out I'm not so good at it.”
“You fell off the ladder?”
“Well yeah. A bird flew past me and it gave me a shock.”
Kris was gasping for air. His uncontrollable laughing often stopped him for breathing normally. It was worth it though. He tuned to face Zoë who was stood grinning, holding three cups of coffee.

Tell me if I should carry on, because I'm just writing things as they come to my head, so I'm not sure how good it is.

brill. please continue

Like I told You On Your Other Fan Fic, Your Are Such a good Writer You Just don't realise it....Please Carry On Babe.x

Thanks. I'm gonna start typing more up now. But like I said, It's coming off the top of my head, so it may take awhile.

I am seriously hooked already....well i was from the first post lol.....
Its just fantastic...the detail and everything and when you put about Kris lauging uncontrollably it made me laugh too lol
cant wait for the next part xx

Its amazing! Ive noticed abnother kress one you did, with Kris's sister coming into it are you continuing that cos its brilliant!

I'm not sure honestly Tamz. I did that fic a while ago and, at the time when I did it, I didn't get many comments. So in the end I just left it.

More in about a minute.. Sorry for the wait.

cant wait and i hope you do continue xx

Wow, this is so good. Love the style of your writing. Very, very good

Hope to read more soon. x

Chapter 3- Dinner time

Rosie sat on a miniature table and chairs in the kitchen whist Jess was making the tea. Rich smells were drifting over to Rosie and she kept breathing in, then lifting herself off the seat with her hands to see what her Mammy was making. Rosie grabbed a pink felt tip, took off the lid gently and began to colour in what she had just finished drawing. After ten minutes the tea was cooked and Jess shouted across to her little girl. “Rosie baby, are you gonna help me set the table?” Rosie smiled and jumped up, eager to help. She ran across to her Mammy and took a plate off her, placing it on the round table. She did the same again, putting another plate down on the opposite end of the table. Jess came over with two bowls of food. A small bowl of pasta for Rosie, and a stir-fry for herself. Rosie climbed up onto the chair and began eating with her Mammy talking about her week at school. “I forgot to ask you,” Said Jess “Did you have a good time at Aunty Zoë's yesterday?” Rosie nodded until she had swallowed her food them answered. “Yes. I played with Sally. Then Aunty Zoë showed me the fish in the pond. Then Dylan...” She stopped. “Do I call him uncle Dylan?”
“If you want to.”
“Okay. Well then Uncle Dylan played with the football with me, and I scored past him, and he said I was good, and we had biscuits, and Daddy had one too and,” She finally took a breath, then smiled at her Mammy. “And then we came home.” Jess just watched her through the whole story. She was so childlike, and yet so grown-up. Her heart swelled as she reminded herself that she was hers. Jess wished things had could have turned out better with her and Kris, but it was better this way. When they had been together things had been great, but after a couple of months, the constant bickering, the insults, they both just got fed up. Then Jess found out she was pregnant and Kris stuck by her. They decided not to get back together again, as they knew it would ruin them, and only hurt their child. But nonetheless, Kris saw his daughter every day, and the relationship with him and Jess had never been better. It was strange really, that the times in which they loved each other most, were the times where they weren't really supposed to love each other at all.

Jess awoke from her daydream and realised that her daughter was no longer at the table. She felt a tap on her leg. Rosie was stood there holding a picture in her hand. She showed it to Jess, smiling broadly. It was a drawing of herself, Jess and Kris. She was in the middle and was holding hands with both her Mammy and Daddy who were either side of her. It was the ordinary family picture that most children draw. Jess' heart melted. She knew that their family wasn't conventional, but she was so pleased to know that Rosie thought it was.

Aww brill Rosie's one brill little kid

awww bless how sweet is Rosie! love it xxx

Thanks for all the comments. I'm just trying to think of what to do next. So any idea's are welcome.

How about you bring in anew love interest? Im not great at ideas lol x