Luigi's POV

It was finally the day when Daisy and Willow could come home. I missed them both, the place hasn't been the same.

Peach, Mario and I went to get Daisy that day. Daisy was wheeled out in a wheel chair with Willow in her carseat and new clothes. Willow was dressed in a pink princess onesie, courtesy of a certain Princess Peach. But we all had to bundle up since it was winter in Brooklyn.

Once we got home, Daisy sat on the couch, took Willow out of her seat and asked me to make a bottle for Willow.

Daisy was quite a pro at feeding Willow, holding her carefully and tipping the bottle so she could drink.

"Luigi, could you hold onto Willow? I am going to start making dinner." Daisy said as she burped Willow. I gladly accepted as Daisy went to grab flour to start dinner.

"Mommy is making Daddy's favorite, pasta!" I said to Willow and she smiled, cooing.

"Baby Willow! It's your Auntie Peachy! Come here little princess!" Peach said as he sat next to me on the couch, wanting to hold Willow.

"Fine, I'll let you hold her. Just be careful." I said as I carefully handed Willow over. She was content in Peach's arms, she cooed and looked up at her "Auntie Peach".

"Oh, she makes me want to have a little girl of my own!" Peach said and she holds Willow. Mario shakes his head quickly. He knows how many times Willow wakes up. So does Peach, but I guess the cuteness factor of Willow over takes the sleepless nights.

Willow didn't really wake up a lot, but when she does, she let's everyone know. She was a very content baby, she didn't really fuss all that much. She was just like her momma, very happy and content with the world.

"Why not, Mario? We can have a little Primrose or maybe little Thomas?" Peach said as she held Willow in her arms, rocking the little one in her arms.

"Momma mia..." Was all Mario said as Peach kept fantasizing about having her own baby.

"Alright, dinner is done!" Daisy called from the kitchen, herself still in sweatpants and hoodie, basically her exercise clothes. Willow fell asleep on Peach, so Daisy picked her up and she took her to her crib.

Then we all sat down, all of us having a big plate of spaghetti, some salad, and garlic bread. Except for Daisy, she gave herself little portions. I looked at her strangely.

"What?" She bluntly asked.

"Why are you eating like a bird now?" I asked as I looked at her plate with a half a cup of spaghetti, half a cup of salad, and one piece of garlic bread.

"Well, I can't eat like I was for nine months. I need to get back into shape, we have a competition Christmas Eve!" Daisy said and she started eating a bit of her salad.

"Well, then that means we got to get cracking on a routine. We're now a bit rusty and we need to defend our title as the best dancers in Brookyln."

"You bet. Tomorrow is you, me, the shop, and the music. Since tomorrow is Sunday, we will be able to dance then."

"What about Willow?"

"If Peach ever wants to be a good mother, she needs to have experience. It will only be an hour, besides, Willow will be fine with Peach and Mario until we work on a routine." Daisy said, thinking.

"I can watch Willow?! Yay! I'd love to!" Peach cheered as she finished her plate.

"Please be careful with her."

"Of course I will, Daisy. She is my niece." Peach said, standing up and taking care of her plate.

That night was not too bad. Willow only woke up once and cried. Daisy would sing her a lullaby then Willow would be fast asleep again.

The next morning, Willow was fed and cooing away as her momma held her.  That little baby was a spitting image of her momma. She looked a little like me. Her hair had more of my tint with a little red from Daisy. She had beautiful blue eyes too. Willow was just the cutiest! But I'm a little bias...

Suddenly, we heard a furious knock at the door. Which scared Willow.

"Luigi, please get the door." Daisy told me and I gladly opened up.

"LUIGI! IMMA SO SORRY!" Momma Mario bawls as she came in the doorway.

"It's-a okay Momma. It's-a okay."

"No it isn't, I was out of town for a long time visiting your cousins, got snowed out and then got all your messages. I missed the whole nine months! I missed my grandchild's birth! I feel terrible!" Momma Mario cries as she kept walking in.

"Momma, it's-a okay. Daisy and Willow are okay."

"Willow?"

"Yes, that's-a my daughter's name."

Momma Mario then stopped crying and looked over to Daisy and my daughter.

"Oh she looks so precious! And Daisy looks as beautiful as ever." Momma Mario said as she walked over to Daisy.

Willow was quiet in her momma's arms, her eyes closing little by little.

"She is so beautiful, she looks so much like you, Daisy." Momma Mario said as she looked at her new granddaughter.

"Would you like to hold her, Momma Mario?" Daisy asked.

"I'd love to." And Daisy being  careful transferred Willow over to my momma's arms.

Willow seemed confused at first, looking up at Momma Mario for the first time.

"Willow, meet your Grandma Mario." Daisy told her daughter as my momma held Willow in her arms.

"What is her full name?"

"Willow Annabelle Mario."

"She has my middle name! Oh, I'm glad you didn't forget about me."

"We could never forget about you, Momma Mario." Daisy said as she smiled at Momma Mario.

After a little while, Peach and Mario woke up, Daisy was making breakfast and I was sitting on the couch with Momma Mario and Willow.

Once Daisy was done with breakfast, Willow wanted her. She wanted her bad.

"A mother's work is never done, huh, Willow?" Daisy picked up Willow, with a pacifier in hand.