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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN || IMANI

"Okay Val, what do you want to do?" I ask looking into the mirror.

Gabriel asked me to take Val out the house and spend some time with her. He had a few meetings today so that was another excuse to get out. And I was sick of Lori's screams.

"How about that new Princess movie?" Her squeals erupt in the car causing me to cover my ears.

"Ill take that as a yes!" I giggle and pull out the driveway.

We arrive to the AMC movie theater and she rushes out the car.

I grab my bag and get out grabbing onto her hand, she skips into the movie theater and sings.

"Two tickets for Mulan please," I tell the ticket person as he slids the tickets underneath the glass.

"Thank you dude!" like squeals as she runs to the food counter.

I run after her and she jumps trying to view over the counter.

"Can I have popcorn, a slushie and sour patch kids mommy?" she looks up at me with puppy dog eyes.

"Of course." I cave in and get her all her snacks that she wont even finish.

"Thank you!!" She runs to movie theater number 2 and waits for me at the entrance. She leaves a little popcorn trail behind her.

We walk into the theater and take our seats viewing the previews.

The movie cuts on and an hour passes by until we get to a part.

"Im scared mommy." Valeria whispers snuggling my face into my arm.

"It's okay baby, it's all fake" I whisper back.

"See it's all over." I poke her and her head shoots up back towards the screen.

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After the movie we went to my new favorite nail salon to get her birthday nails. Her 6th birthday was 2 days away and the whole family was planning a huge party.

"I got pink mommy!" she puts her hands in my face showing off her new pedicure.

"I love it baby!" I say kissing her hand.

We go to the boutique next to the nail salon to do a little shopping.

"Can I get this pleaseeee?" Valeria holds up a silk dark blue two-piece set with flowers all over it. "of course."

THE OUTFIT || (also what Valeria looks like)

We get her a pair of black Jordans and checkout

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We get her a pair of black Jordans and checkout. "dont tell your daddy i'm usuing his money." I whisper sticking the card into the reader and she giggles.

We walk out the store with the bag in hand and step off the curb and back to the car.

"So now what baby?" I ask buckling her into her carseat.

"Food!!"

I start the car and head to the Mcdonalds. I get a couple thing for the people back at the house and Valeria a Happy Meal.

"Yayyyy." she squeals biting into her cheeseburger.

We drive back to the house and Val rushes inside.

"Ales!" she yells, I walk into the front door and see them hugging eachother.

"For you beautiful," he quickly rushes out turning away.

She grabs the big pink birthday bag out his hand and throws the tissue paper out of it. "awww ales!!"

"mommy look" she shows me the painted picture of what's supposed to be her and Ales.

"It's beautiful, we can hang it up in your room." I grab the picture out her hands as she walks over to Ales.

"Thank you Ales." she says shyly before kissing him on the cheek.

Ales kisses her back at the worst time. "get the fuck away from my daughter!" a booming voice says from the stairs. All the head turn to see a fumming Gabriel rush down the stairs.

"I swear to god boy, STAY AWAY FROM HER" Gabriel yells at Alessio. Alessio starts to cry and so does V running to hug him.

"Gabriel call the fuck down jesus!!" I scream and some of the redness on his face goes away. "he is a child and was being sweet so stop."

Gabriel stops screaming and calms down a bit. "Sorry Alessio." Gabriel spits out before storming into his office.

"It's okay Alessio." I try to comfort him. He eventually stops crying.

"Treehouse?" Valeria asks holding Ales's hand. He nods his hand and they run out the patio door.

What's wrong with Gabriel??

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A/N
This chapter was boring asf

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