Duff's Dairy
"Thanks again for taking the kids to Disneyland and giving me a day to myself, sweetheart." Hilary Duff cheerily kissed her husband Matthew goodbye while handing him the overstuffed diaper bag. Luca, Banks and Mae were already in their seatbelts, with an empty car seat waiting for its precious cargo, 8-month-old Towne.
"Honestly, I don't think you gave me much of a choice" Matthew muttered while struggling to get the squirming infant securely in place. "You could have at least let one of the nanny's come to help out. I'm not looking forward to it."
"You'll be fine" offered the bubbly actress. "I put lots of diapers and extra formula in there along with snacks for everyone. I really do appreciate it, honey." Fluttering her brown eyes at him, the 37-year-old celebrity drew him in close and over his jeans, cupped his penis in her hand. "Promise I'll make it up to you later" she whispered, knowing full well that she wouldn't. They kissed once more, then she stood waving from the front doors to her mansion, anxious to check her text messages.
There were three, all from her sister Haylie. Each one asked the same question. "Did they leave yet?" Hilary replied that they'd just gone, and that her older sibling could come over at any time.
The former child star walked into her kitchen and started the process of making a pitcher of fruit smoothies. Each of the nannies had been given the day off so she and Haylie would be alone for the next several hours. Reacting to her phones' notification ping, the pretty blonde read that her sister was only 10 minutes away, and that she should be ready. Placing the strawberries, blueberries and soy milk back in the fridge, Hilary climbed the staircase up to her bedroom to do just that.
Haylie had the code for their security system, but Hilary knew she'd want to be greeted at the door. After stripping herself of all clothing and jewelry (including her wedding and engagement rings), the shapely blonde twisted her locks up into a messy ponytail and applied a quick spritz of "Born Dreamer" between her swollen, new mom breasts. Her petite, bare feet swiftly carried her down the winding staircase which spilled into the tiled, front foyer, just as the doorbell announced her sibling's arrival.