"Now, how do I look in this dress, handsome?" I asked.
"Ugly!" Fred blurted out.
"What?"
"You heard me right—ugly! Wear something mesmerizing… something that would take my soul away… something that would—"
"Shut that freaking mouth! You're freaking me out!" I yelled.
"Awn… I didn't beg you for pregnancy! You're ugly… you know that, right?"
I couldn't take it. I fell onto the sofa and burst out crying.
"Oh my… I'm sorry! Really sorry! Sorry, baby! Please forgive me, lollipop!" he pleaded.
"You got me pregnant and all you can say is… I'm ugly?"
"Daddy! Daddy! How dare you make my mommy cry! I'll show you how things are done! Hook yook hook yook!"
Daddy's little princess, Lavender, charged at Fred with a pillow ready to attack.
"Oh no! Lavy, sorry! I'm gonna die!" Fred screamed, running around the luxurious living room.
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Well, well, well… Fred was a doctor and actor here in America, while I was a successful musician, actress, and supermodel.
After the chaos, we were admitted to the hospital. Bernard and Ann were sentenced to a correction center, later receiving 15-year imprisonments.
And then… there was Daddy's princess.
Her full name: Lavender Zimira Princess Billie Titi McClain.
Lavender – given by her dad
Zimira – given by me
Princess – from her paternal grandmother
Billie – from her maternal grandmother
Titi – from her maternal grandfather
My sweet, five-year-old daughter was already a social media influencer, brand ambassador, model, and award-winning kid actress. Academically brilliant like her dad, patient and clever, yet arrogant and strong-headed like me.
"Lollipop, save me! Lavy wants to kill me!" Fred screamed, running toward me.
"Freddy, I'm pregnant, oo. Don't bump into me!" I warned, ascending the stairs.
"Seriously… you're leaving me alone with this little tigress?" he asked.
"Daddy! Come here!"
"Deal with her!" I mocked.
"Please, Lavy, don't kill your dad!" Freddy begged.
"Ok… just come. I won't hit you, I promise!"
And so… Daddy's princess Lavender Zimira Billie Titi McClain and her handsome, big-kid-of-a-dad continue to rule my house. Someone, please, babysit both of them—they're equally mischievous!
The End
By Oziomajasmine