Based on a Feeling KTH

5

Better Version - Sabrina Claudio

TAEHYUNG P.O.V

Daughter? What the hell they mean daughter? Since when did she get pregnant? I have never seen her pop out with another man, so it's not making sense. It can't, no it better not be from another man.

As Jada is still taking to the reporter, I take a good look at her daughter. Her big does eyes and that smile. The way her lips curl into a boxy shape to show all her teeth. And the way her eyes have a little squint as she does so. The realization finally hits me. She's mine, something I've always wanted but could have never attained is finally here. And she's perfect.

My eyes water as I stare with nothing but fondness and clear utter joy. She's beautiful and I wouldn't have it any other way. "Are you alright? Why are your eyes watering?" Ivy's voice laced with concern. "Just everything getting me at once, I'd never thought I'd be here. All of my work is finally paying off."

Which is true. It's so surreal even being here. Being nominated as a solo artist and getting to perform is something that I never thought I would achieve. Now with this milestone l put the way, I have to work harder and have the determination to reach higher ranks with my music. But first I have to get to know my daughter and become part of her life. My beautiful creation.

I wish I would have known sooner. I wish she told me she was pregnant before I left. I would have stayed and helped her with everything, I would have never left. We would still be together.

While lost in my thoughts, I hear a tiny voice talking. I look up and see Jada and our daughter walking in our direction. Most likely going into the arena to find their seats, and for Jada to get ready for her performance. "Hey Jada, your dress is ... cute, and your daughter she is the cutest thing. What's her name." Ivy says with a mocking smile. Jada just looks her up and down. I don't see anything wrong with her dress. Matter of the fact, Ivy could take some advice from her.

"My name is Armana, what's your name?" Armana gives her a small smile. "It's Ivy, and your dress is really pretty I like the gold." "Thank you, I don't like your dress very much, but your face is pretty!" Armana smiles sweetly, and Ivy's entire facade break. Jada snickers and it's take everything within me to keep a straight face and not bust out laughing.

Jada grabs Armana's little hand and is about to continue walking to the building. ".... Hey Jada." I finally decide to say something. I think a simple greeting would be a nice start. She's looks at me and parts her lips like she is about to say something. But she just licks them and walks straight past me. My eyes widen in shock, not believing what I just witnessed. My eyes never leave her as she keeps walking and finally gets to the entrance of the building.

"That was rude, who does she think she is walking past you like she didn't hear you taking to her. She doesn't even know you either. Ridiculous. She don't even look good enough to be acting like that." Everything that Ivy just said fell deaf on my ears. I could only chuckle and smirk in Jada's direction.

JADA P.O.V

Right before we take a strep on the carpet, "Mommy, I have to potty." I look down and see Armana doing her letting version of a bathroom dance. "There's a bathroom off to the side over there you can take her to." My manager says and we start heading that way. Right when we entered, I heard the crowd erupt into loud screams. I wonder who just got here.