You are 4 years old
I wake up to Y/Ns cries from down the hall. I hurry to her room click on the lights and sigh. There was puke everywhere. All over her blankets and bed. All over the floor. All in her hair and pajamas. "Your belly bugging you Y/N/N?" I asked kneeling in front of her. She nods and puts her hand over her mouth. Before I can bring the trash can to her, chunky brown goo forces its way through her hand and all over her making her cry more. "You're ok Y/N/N. I'm right here." I say rubbing her back as she sobs. "Take off your jammies. Let's get you in the bath." I say scanning over the mess. I help her take off her pajamas and pick her up getting puke on my own shirt. I place her in the bath and turn the warm water on. I rinse her off and wash the puke out of her blonde hair. "Is Daddy going to be mad at me?" She questioned playing with her shark. I sigh. "I don't know Bug. You did nothing wrong. It's not your fault just remember that if he yells at you." I sigh giving her some soap to wash her body. "I will be back in a minute. I am going to grab clean clothes." She shakes her head quickly and tears start to pool. "I'll be all by myself." She whines. "I will be right back. Like two seconds. I promise." I say getting her some Minnie Mouse pajamas and when I return she was crying again. "You left me." She sobs. "I got you clean jammies since you puked on yours." I say rolling my eyes "clean clothes come on." I say picking her up out of the tub and drying her off. "Let's lay in my bed," I say holding her hand as she stumbles behind me. I lay her down in my room and cuddle with her till she falls asleep. She had a fever. She probably caught a little stomach bug. I go to clean her room once I am sure she is asleep. It was disgusting. I run toward my room hearing my Dads scream. "You're a fucking waste!" He slurs. I pick Y/N up and she burrows her head in my chest sobbing. "Dad! Come on! She's four!" I say rubbing her back. "Get that diseased rat out of here!" He snarls. "Ok. Let me grab her some stuff we will be right out." I say putting some clothes in her backpack and walking to John Bs. She cried into my chest the whole time. When we get there it was around nine am. Kiara, Pope, and John B were all on the screened-in porch. "Oh shit. Are you guys good?" John B said opening the door for me. "Do you mind if we crash?" I say rubbing Y/Ns back trying to stop the crying. "Um yeah of course. You don't gotta ask." Kiara reached out for Y/N and she shook her head. "No. JJ!" She screams. "Hey. Enough of that screaming shit." I scold lightly. Her lip trembles. "Absolutely not. Go to Kie." She crawled into Kiara's arm. "You ok Kid?" She asked bouncing her. "He said I was a diseased rat. And that I was a waste." She cried loudly. "Ok. You're alright. I told you if he yelled at you just remember what I said. It's not you're fault and?" She took a shaky breath. "And fuck him. He's an asshole and we don't need his approval." John B laughs and ruffles her hair. "That's right." Kiara rolled her eyes. "You shouldn't be teaching her those words." She said fixing Y/Ns hair. "Cause she never hears them at home," I say rolling my eyes. "I feel throw upy." She whines. I quickly take her out of Kiara's arms and into the bathroom. I pull her hair back and rub her back as her little body coughs and heaves but nothing comes up. "You're all right bug," I say as she finally collapsed against me. I close the toilet lid and carry her to the couch. "She ok?" John B asked from the kitchen. "Yeah, I think she just got a little bug," I say laying her down. She immediately starts to cry. I sigh and pick her back up. The crying slowed to a stop and I feel her forehead. "She feel ok to you?" I ask Kie. She puts her hand on her forehead. "I would give her some Tylenol to see if it brings her temp down." I nod and go to put her down again but she wraps her arms around me and her legs around my waist. "Don't leave me JJ." She cries. Oh, I was so done with the crying. "Bug I just need to go get medicine to make you feel better." She shook her head. "I need you to stay with me." I roll my eyes. "Pope and I will head to the store." Kiara laughs. "Here." I shout tossing my wallet to Pope. "Cuddle me JJ." She whines. John B laughs. "Should I turn on Frozen or Tangled?" He questioned her. "Tangled." She says happily. The three of us sit on the couch together watching movies until Kie comes back with the medicene. It of course knocks her right out and I get a free minute with my arms.
