JJs POV
"Daddy! My belly hurts!" My three year old whines from the backseat. "What's wrong Baby?" I ask turning my phone off and turning around. "My belly hurts." She pouts. "I'm sorry Munchkin. We are almost home right Uncle JB?" I say putting a hand on John Bs shoulder. "Yup. Like five more minutes Y/N/N." John B says pulling down the road. "My belly hurts." She whines again. "I know Baby. I'm sorry." I sigh turning back around and facing the road again. "But it hurts." She whines. "Y/N I know. I'm sorry there is nothing I can do for you right now." I sigh sympathetically but also kinda annoyed. "Daddy my bell-" before she can finish her sentence she pukes all over. "Oh fuck." I mutter climbing into the backseat. "You want me to stop?" I shake my head. "No just keep going please." I sigh unbuckling Y/N from the car seat. "Daddy my belly hurts." She cries. "I know Munchkin." I sigh pulling her out of the car seat. She was covered in puke. "More throw up." She whines puking all over the front of me. "Oh ok. Alright." I sigh pulling her curls back. "You good back there man?" John B chuckled. "Fucking fantastic." I mutter rubbing her back and she sobs. We pull into the chateau and I carry Y/N inside. "Oh my god. What happened?" Kiara asked as I walk past her. "My belly hurts Mommy." She cried. "Oh baby girl." She says ruffling her hair. "It's fine Kie." I say starting the bath and stripping her clothes. "Well do you need help?" She asked glancing at my puke soaked clothing. Ever since Y/N was born every one has doubted my ability to be a parent. "Kiara. I can handle a bath. She just got car sick." I say annoyed. Kiara and I got into it last night. She was pissed I let her climb a tree and we have been fighting ever since. "I was just asking!" Y/N starts crying. "Daddy Mommy don't fight." I sigh. "I'm sorry baby girl. Let's get you cleaned up." I apologize turning the faucet on. "Do you want Mommy to do it?" Kiara asked holding out a toy. Y/N looked at me hesitant. "Whatever you want baby girl." She smiles at me. "Daddy do it." I chuckle and kiss her forehead. "Whatever." Kiara scoffs. "Hey! Not in front of her." I whisper as she stands up. "I'm just trying to help." She snaps. "There's puke in the Twinkie. You can clean it up or I will." She rolls her eyes walking away. "Mommy mad at me?" Y/N asked tears rolling down her cheeks. "Of course not baby. No one is mad at you." I say pouring bubbles in making her giggle. I loved her giggle. I loved her smile. I loved everything about her. I wash her off and while she splashes around in the tub I take off my puke stained drug rug leaving me in my wife beater. "You ready for a nap?" She pouts. "But I'm not- tired Daddy." She said yawning in between. "Totally. How about this. We will lay down and close our eyes. I will tell you a story and if you fall asleep then we take a nap." She smiles at me. "Ok." I chuckle and pull the plug to the tub. I grab her lion towel and wrap her up. "Do we want princess pajamas or mermaid pajamas?" I ask looking at her clothes. "Mermaid princess. Duh Daddy." She laughs. I chuckle and grab her mermaid pants and princess shirt. I dress her up and grab her hair brush laying down on her bed. I put her on my lap and brush her hair. "Story Daddy." She pouts. "Which story Baby?" I ask knowing she needed to pick it herself or all hell would break loose. "The treasure story!" She smiles. "Ok once upon a time there was 3 knights and a very pretty princess. One of the knights found a magic map that led to treasure..."
20 minutes later.
I kiss my sleeping daughter and head out to the kitchen. Sarah and John B were cuddling on the couch. "She alright?" I nod. "Yeah. Just carsick. Where's Kie?" I ask nervously. "Cleaning up the car." I nod and head out. Kiara was puking on the pavement. I rub her pull her hair back. She was a sympathy puker. "You know I would have done that." I sigh. "I'm not a bad mom." She cried. I am shocked at first. "What? No! Of course not! You're an amazing mom!" I say pulling her into a hug. "I can't even clean up her puke. You are the fun dad. I bribed her with toys and she still picked you." She cried. "Babe come on. You are her Mom. She loves you. Just as much as she loves me." Kiara shakes her head. "What story did you tell her to get her to take a nap?" Kiara asked. "3 knights and pretty princess. Why?" I ask confused. "Because she wouldn't nap for me unless she was told her favorite story. And I didn't know." She said sobbing. "Hey look at me. You are an amazing Mom. I wouldn't be able to do any of this with out you."
