Channeling Art (Open)

Aimee had been so busy with caring for the new baby and working on lessons, that lately, she hadn't had time for herself. However, today, she was channeling her inner artist. It wasn't that amazing, but it was pretty decent. Aimee wore a blue shirt with a lace neckline, a pair of salmon skinny jeans and matching blue shoes. However, the one thing that just completely clashed her outfit of the day, was the huge blue and pink diaper bag filled to the zipper with things she needed daily for Mackenzie. On her front, was the two month old baby, sleeping in the sling that ties around her.

Aimee would be lying if she said that her life was easy and perfect because it was far from it. She barely got sleep due to Mackenzie's short sleeping times and her need to feed every two hours, however, she wouldn't trade it for the world. Aimee sat down on a stool, in front of an easel. There had already been paint and a canvas on the easel, which made her job easier. She set the diaper bag beside her and picked up a brush, beginning light strokes of green against the white. She had decided to paint a baby dragon for Mackenzie's room.

As she neared the end of the first outline, she heard the door open and felt the baby stir.

Whoever it was that had just walked in, was setting up for whatever they were planning to do, by the sounds of it. She glanced back, curious to see who had joined her and saw one of her older students, Victoria Newbury. Just as she was about to offer the girl a smile, she heard her speak. Aimee shook her head, "You are perfectly welcome to stay," the woman gave the girl a small smile. "Yes, it is," Aimee remembered that the students probably didn't know she had given birth yet due to the fact that they'd been on Christmas break and the final lesson had not begun yet. "This is Mackenzie," she smiled as she introduced the baby.

She had no idea how she and Dylan had created such a perfect little human, but they did, at least in her opinion. The baby had a head full of dark hair and bright blue eyes. She had ten little fingers and ten little toes and she was just below average size.

As a professor, she knew it was wrong of her to choose a favourite student, which was why she would never label Ms. Newbury as her favourite, but she was one of her more enjoyable students. She was by far the sweetest, most intelligent person she had met. In fact, she reminded her quite of herself now, with being so friendly and caring.

She felt bad for the girl, hearing about her brother, Aimee's colleague being in the hospital. She wanted to let the girl know that she could talk to her if she needed to, yet at the same time, she didn't want to make the girl more upset than she probably already was.

"Would you like to hold her?" The question came out of nowhere as Aimee began taking the now awake baby out of the sling. Chances were, the girl was here to think about something else for awhile and what teenage girl didn't like babies?

"Thank you," she said to Victoria in regards to Mackenzie's name. "Actually, the origin in Scottish, but it's popular more so in America than anywhere else," she explained, understanding why someone would think of Mackenzie being an American name. When she'd researched baby names, she remembered it being a Scottish name, however, it didn't really have a special meaning, which didn't bother her. She thought the name was lovely and definitely wanted her daughter to be though of as lovely.

Aimee smiled and carefully handed Mackenzie over to Victoria, watching as she carefully cradled the infant in her arms. Aimee nodded, she had been the same way. She loved children and they seemed to love her, but when it came to her own child, she always wondered how good of a mother she'd be. Her parents had been harsh Pureblood elitists who wanted her to marry someone with blood purity. However, Mackenzie happened and Aimee wondered whether or not it'd affect her interactions with Mackenzie once she was older. Aimee was in no way elitist, but she did want the best for her daughter, but what if that meant being strict and mean?

She was pulled out of her worries and concerns when she remembered Mackenzie and Victoria. Watching the girl with the baby warmed her heart and she knew that someday, some distance into the future, Victoria would make a perfect mother. "He is," she smiled, having tuned in just in time to hear Victoria speak. She loved Dylan unconditionally and she agreed with the girl. They were lucky, incredibly lucky. They had each other and they had a beautiful daughter and jobs that paid the bills and what more could they need?

Knowing that her little family had each other, she knew they would be just fine.

Aimee smiled and thanked Victoria. She would take credit for compliments Mackenzie received until she was old enough to take credit for them herself. Though, the thought of Mackenzie growing up was one that Aimee was reluctant to think about. The fact that the infant was already a couple months old was saddening itself. She felt like just yesterday she felt the pain of childbirth.

Victoria seemed to be a natural with the baby, but weren't most girls? Aimee wondered if she had any younger siblings that she had been able to help with or if it were just her and Jake. She could see Mackenzie's content face focused on Victoria's and it was honestly, a sweet, sweet sight.

She had to ponder the question for a bit before answering. "Well, I think I would like one more, maybe, but Dylan definitely wants another child." Aimee said smiling, "Of course it would be a couple years before we thought about it." There was no way she'd be able to pop out another baby while Mackenzie was a toddler. A newborn and a toddler to her was stress waiting to happen and she didn't care to be stressed. Aimee smiled, she could imagine Victoria with at least three children, beautiful just like her. "I think you would make a wonderful mother," Aimee beamed, "you're a natural."