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" Are you ready to see Dedushka" I look at Nichole in the mirror while she sprayed herself with the Miss Dior perfume Papa got for her 2nd birthday but I kept it until a couple of months ago because she would have most definitely broken the glass bottle.
When she started wanting to do everything her mommy did, including use perfume I gave it back to her after telling her if she dropped it and it shattered she would be in trouble with Dedushka. In reality, he would just buy her another one, right along with five more backups.
Men really shouldn't have money.
"Yea, we going tomorrow" She asks handing me back her perfume so I could place it with the rest of my collection.
"Mhm, very early in the morning" I hum grabbing her backpack, and helping her slide it on. I rarely take her to daycare because I work from home but she likes daycare 2 days a week.
She says she gets tired of being here with me which I can admit hurt my feeling but I'm a mommy? feelings get hurt.
She could always just go with her auntie or cousins but I guess she wants to see friends, not family.
Charlotte, her group teacher at the daycare says she doesn't talk a lot there so I honestly don't know why she wants to go but who am I to tell her no?
Plus more alone time for me so I will not be complaining today nor tomorrow.
I hold her hand as we slide out the door and walk towards the elevator. We live in a penthouse, by means of Nicholai. When I first found out he bought it for us I was furious but I moved in a couple of months later nonetheless.
As soon as I step into the elevator an unsettling feeling settles itself deep inside me.
Nichole is getting heavier and heavier day by day but I still pick her up and hold her close. My top priority is her.
I feel as though I'm being watched but there's nobody on my floor, It's an apartment full of penthouses. One luxury apartment or "penthouse" on each floor.
So nobody could access my floor. My eye flicker from the camera set in the top left of the elevator to the red numbers at the top right descending as I get closer and closer to the lobby floor.
I bite my lip, the feeling only getting worst and worst. My stomach churns and I'm sure my small breakfast was about to make a disgusting reappearance this morning with the feeling in my stomach.
My heart momentarily stops when the elevator jerks to a stop and I hold Nichole tighter to me as she lays her head on my shoulder, as calm as ever.
When the elevator opens to another woman who greets me with a nice smile my heart returns to beating rapidly in my chest as I slide over and return her greeting.
I let Nichole down, a little less paranoid. My hand is still tight around hers though and it'll take a half step for me to be in front of her.
The woman gets on the phone and I tune out her conversation not worried about her. The elevator is going considerably slow and it's making me nervous again.
