Don't Care If I Sound Crazy (A Daltiana Story)

~Chapter 53~

ib: arianatorxdunkin's comment in chapter 50

"Happy birthday Imogen," Vic said as she arrived at our house with John and Hazel who had just learned to stand. Imogen started running to Hazel and gave her a hug, making everyone smile. They're already besties since day one.

"Where's my favorite niece?" Frankie asked as he barged into the living room.

"Uncle Fwankie!" she squealed as he picked her up.

"Wait, she started talking already?" he asked. I nodded.

"She just said her first word this morning," Dalton said, "now she's trying to say some more words."

"You're a big girl now," Frankie said.

"I'm here!" I heard Courtney say, barging into the living room like Frankie. Oh well, this is gonna be wild.

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"Happy birthday to you," we sang. Imogen blew the candle and started clapping. I cut up the cake and gave everyone a piece. Imogen ate her cake and her face was covered in whipped cream. I laughed and cleaned her face up. She then started building blocks with Hazel. They made a tower and she accidentally knocked it down.

"Oh shit!" she said and my jaw dropped.

"Imogen Leigh Gomez, that's not a nice thing to say," I warned, "Where did you hear that from?"

"Daddy," she answered innocently and Dalton's face immediately turned red.

"Ooh, someone's about to get in trouble," Dakota said.

"Vic, can you please watch her for a while? I need to talk to Dalton," I said and she nodded.

"Dalton, we need to talk upstairs," I said sternly, and he nodded, his face still burning red. I grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him upstairs to our room before closing the door behind us.

"What on earth do you think you're doing?" I snapped at him.

"I didn't teach her to say that," he defended himself.

"You know that kids don't lie right?" I snapped back.

"I swear I didn't teach her to say that.

"Well, you cursed in front of her a lot of times, she's only one, Dalton! She copies everything she hears! How many times have I told you to not curse in front of her?" I started to raise my voice at him, "She's your daughter, Dalton, you're her role model, that's why she copies you all the time."

"Baby, listen, can you please calm down a little so that we can sort things out?"

"Well, you're the one who should sorting things out, 'cause it's your fault, I'm not talking to you until she knows that it's not okay to curse at her age," I crossed my arms and he sighed. I went back downstairs and sat down next to Victoria. I buried my face in my knees, stressed out by what's going on.

"Hey, are you okay?" she asked, tapping on my shoulder.

"I don't know," I breathed out, trying not to cry from the amount of stress I was having.

"You know you can always tell me anything right?"

"Yeah, I know, I just don't know what to do," I sighed, "Imogen is just a year old, but she started cursing because she's copying Dalton, so I told him to sort things out with her."

"You're doing the right thing, girl," she said, "don't worry, he's gonna sort things out with her."

"Or I'm chopping off his dick," she whispered in my ear, making me laugh a little. I swear this girl always knew how to make me laugh when I'm not okay.

Dalton's pov

What should I do? Ariana was really mad at me. I mean, I couldn't blame her. She was right, Imogen is just one, she copies everything she hears. I decided to try talking to Imogen. She might not fully understand what I'm saying, but there's no harm in trying, right?

"Hi, little one," I smiled.

"Hi Daddy."

"Can I talk to you for a little while?" I asked her and she nodded.

"So, do you remember what you said earlier when you knocked down the blocks?" I asked her and she nodded.

"Please don't say that again, it's a bad word," I told her, "and Mommy doesn't like it when you say bad words."

"But Daddy, you say it too," she complained.

"I'll try not to say it again, but you should also not say it again, promise?" I held out my pinky finger.

"Pwomise," she said, connecting her pinky finger with mine. Thank goodness. Thank goodness she's really smart and obedient for her age.

"Now why don't you go say sorry to Mommy? I'm sure she's gonna be happy," I said and she nodded, running off to Ariana.

Ariana's pov

"Mommy?" I felt a little tap on my shoulder. I lifted my head and saw Imogen looking at me with puppy eyes.

"Yes Piccolina?"

"I'm sowwy I say a bad word," she said with those puppy eyes. My heart softened. She's just too cute.

"It's okay, baby girl, just don't say that again, okay?"

She lightly nodded. I picked her up and placed her on my lap before kissing her cheek.

"Hey baby, I'm really sorry for what I did," Dalton apologized, sitting down next to me, "I promise I won't curse in front of Imogen again."

"It's okay baby," I smiled, "just don't do it again. I'm also sorry for overreacting."

"It's okay babe, I understand that you want Imogen to grow up into a good person."

"So, we're on good terms now?" I asked him. He smiled and nodded, making me smile and attach my lips onto his. Everyone started clapping and cheering, while Imogen looked around, confused.

"Can't wait until Imogen has a boyfriend," I said.

"She's not having a boyfriend until she's 30," Dalton crossed his arms.

"You're an overprotective dad, you're not even 30."

"Whatever Mommy."