Point out the mistakes please so its easier for me to edit.
(Some time before Louis arrives)
"Good girl, open your mouth. Aaaa." If you haven't guessed already, I'm working to feeding Millie the barf look-alike she usually eats and she has her mouth sealed as tightly as an air tight container's lid.
"You suck at that." Eleanor commented from her place on the armchair near the balcony. She had been staring out of the glass door, lost in thought and suddenly she is commenting about my baby stuffing skills when she has been doing absolutely nothing. Oh hell no!
"And you suck at keeping your mouth shut! I'm doing a pretty good job but how would you know? You were too busy fawning over my killer looks to pay attention to anything else." She rolled her eyes and flipped me off.
Woah! Do I want her to be carefree and open around me? Yeah, of coarse. But do I want her to become a female version of me and start swearing like crazy? Fuck no!
I like her just the way she is.
Oh fuck! I sound like a pussy but whatever. Bruno Mars rocks!
"Did I just see you misbehave in front of your kid? You have got no manners, Ellie. Is that what you want to teach your child? Such a bad mother you are." I shook my head sorrowfully, being as melodramatic as one could be.
She rolled her eyes again and turned away without retaliating. Well, someone is not in the mood of having a conversation. I turned away too, focusing on the work in hand.
When I scooped up another morsel of food and looked at her, she was smiling at me brightly with adoration filled eyes. I looked at her face weirdly since I had no idea why she was beaming at me that way.
"Mommy not talk to Twavis nicewy?" She cooed, pinching my cheeks like I was the kid between the two of us. I swatted her hands away, feeling my ego balloon deflate. I must've swatted it a bit too hard 'cause her bottom lip popped out in an instant, eyes growing wide like saucers and hair standing straight like spikes of a porcupine on her head.
They were kinda always like that but whatever.
I shook my head vigorously, moving my hands in the air weirdly, making stupid faces, anything that would make her stop crying. I had no idea which one, but one of the things I did made her bottom lip go back in, eyes return to their normal size instead of the size of Bugzy's eyes and well, nothing happened to her spikes. But like I said, they're always that way.
"Hehehe... Twavis make donkey face." She giggled and Eleanor snickered, suddenly interested in what was happening here.
"Travis,honey, she is asking you to show her your actual normal face." She -according to her, that is- joked. I scowled at her. Millie on the other hand, found that really funny and started laughing along with the lame wanna-be comedian.
The bell rang, interrupting their laughter. I glared at both of them furiously and stood up, placing the bowl on the coffee table and walking towards the door.
I smiled when my back was turned towards them 'cause somehow, them making fun of me and laughing their asses off at nothing that funny made me stupidly happy. Millie had stopped laughing though. My guess would be that she thought I was angry at her. Like the sweetheart she is, she cannot stand the sight of someone being mad at her, especially not me 'cause i;'m just that awesome.
When I opened the door, I came face to face with a not so happy looking Louis. Then what I heard Millie say made the smile fade away in an instant. I didn't care if Louis looked downright outrageous right now. I didn't care that Millie was his daughter. I had absolutely no care in the world about anything he had to say because I just heard that devil incarnate say something which was going to be the cause of many upcoming sleepless nights.
She said daddy.
Before I knew what was happening or what to think, I felt a sudden jolt of pain in my nose traveling up to me head. Reaching for the door to steady me, I lifted my arm touching my throbbing nose. I didn't even get time to respond. The asshole brisk walked his way out of the building. I wanted to go after him and pay him back for his action but I felt a firm grip on my arm, stopping me from moving, from acting out in rage and doing something I know I'll regret.
I looked at Elie who had a pleading look on her face, silently begging me to calm down and let it slide. I jerked my arm away from her hand like it burned me and looked away from her, not missing the hurt that flashed on her face when I did so.
"I'm really sorry Travis. He's just angry. I'm very very sorry but I have to do this. For Millie." Her voice was strained when she said that and when i looked at her she was on the verge of tears. I knew what she was talking about. She was gonna go after him. I just shook my head at her and walked towards my stuff which was lying on the couch. I heard the sound of her footsteps getting distant.
When I picked up my things, Millie poked my leg twice. I looked at her, frowning slightly at the look on her face. It was a mixture of confusion and concern. I sighed, placing my things back on the couch, lifting her in my arms after I did so.
She raised her hands and moved her twitching, nervous fingers towards my face, slightly touch the area under my nose. I winced when a felt a tinge of pain from her touch. She crinkled her nose at looked at her fingers with wide saucer-like eyes.
There was blood on her fingers.
Wiping her fingers with my handkerchief, I carried her to the washroom, washing every last bit of the blood off of her tiny little hands. From my peripheral vision, , I noticed her constantly looking at me rather than keeping her eyes fixed on her hands. But I didn't even bother questioning her unusual staring.
"Why he hit you, Twavis daddy?"
I almost dropped her at hearing that while we walked out of the washroom but tightened my grip immediately after realizing what I was about to do. I didn't know what to say or what to think. There was a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. I gulped audibly, placing her on the ground again.
"Don't call me that, Mills. Please."
I couldn't even tell if the feeling in my stomach was making me feel good or bad. It was just there and I had felt this way only once before. My heart was beating uncontrollably fast and I could feel sweat beads trickling on my forehead.
"But you are my daddy. My fwiend told me thing about her daddy. You are same. You do same things for me. You are Millie's daddy." She pouted.
Now that I think about it, I had always been the strong male figure around her since she she was born. I had been the support system her mother needed.
I had played the role of her daddy.
But at the same time, Eleanor going after him was what made me think about this twice. He was the real father no matter how much I had been one. I knew what she was gonna do. I had to respect her choice.
What happened between them was just a misunderstanding. It wasn't his fault that he couldn't be there for the first two years of Millie's life. He never knew. He loved Eleanor so much, even after so long and so did Elie. It was pretty clear by the way they looked at each other. After suffering for two full years, they found their way back to each other. Their hurt and pain long forgotten. They didn't even need to speak much about it. All that matters to them is being around each other. And they are the happiest when they are beside each other. Even a blind person could see the change that occurred in Eleanor when he returned. So it didn't matter what I felt.
The last time I had felt this way was when my father told me he was proud of me for knocking out a kid who had tried to snatch something from me. He was always the stiff, strong, emotionless man of the house. I was 12 at that time, so my dad patting my back and saying that he was proud of me for the first time for acting like a man meant the world to me. More than it would've meant to any normal person.
But at the same time, I felt guilty for punching the guy so hard. I may have been a cocky bastard all along but I was never a violent person. So, punching someone so hard for such a small thing made me feel terrible. I have regretted that my whole life.
What I was feeling now was kinda same but just 10 times stronger. These mixed feelings always led to me making stupid decisions. But this time was going to be different. I was going to make the right decision. I was going to do what was right for their family.
I kneeled to her level and cupped her tiny face with my hands.
"Millie, I am not your daddy. The guy who gave me a little too strong massage on my face is. Daddy is the man whom mommy loves more than anyone, only with the exception of you, little girl. And your mommy loves him at number 2. So, when he comes back with mommy, you're gonna call him daddy cause he is your real daddy, okay?"
(A/n)- hello!!! Sorry for the extremely late update but I had a writers block.
And to all those people who complaint about Travis playing a huge part in the story when they hate him.. I'm sorry but he is one of the main characters so he's gonna be there. Not as much in the upcoming chapters but yeah!! He's not that bad guys. C'mon!
Vote and comment!! Pwease (in Millie's voice)