ZONNIQUE'S POV
I clipped Ava's bow into her hair and she whined before holding her arms up for me to pick her up. I tried to hand her a sippy cup instead, but she pushed it away before opening and closing her hands.
"Up mama!" She whined. "Up!"
I sighed and picked her up, resting her on my hip. "You're such a brat in the morning..."
She nodded and laid her head on my shoulder. I carried her downstairs and grabbed my purse off the counter. While I was waiting on the garage door to open, I sent a text to August, who was still upstairs asleep.
"Went to have breakfast with Rylei and Bahja. We'll be back soon." Delivered {9:30 a.m.}
I locked my phone and opened the back door to the car. I sat Ava in her carseat and she screamed before trying to get out of it and back into my arms. I made her sit back down and she began kicking her feet.
"Ava, you're about to get popped if you don't stop that." I warned her as I tried to strap her in.
"Papa!" She shouted.
I rolled my eyes and continued to strap her in as she called for August.
That's one of the cons of your daughter being a daddy's girl. Every time I do something she doesn't like, she tries to call him on me.
"Ava-Jai Alani Alsina, if you do not be still and hush--"
"PAPAAA!" She screamed.
"You can call him as loud as you want to. He isn't going to do anything to me." I stated before popping her hand. "Now sit down and be quiet."
She poked her lip out and glared at me until I closed the door. I got into the drivers side and started the car. As I was backing out of the driveway, I glanced at her through the rear view mirror. She was still frowned up, but she was staring out of the window.
"You are your fathers child." I said more to myself than her.
She wasn't much of a crier, but she had that frown down pat. As she gets older, the things that use to be so cute, are now getting out of hand. Ava-Jai is adorable, but she is definitely more sass than sweet. She has August's temper and my attitude. Which is a bad combination in a child.
Every time August makes her mad she starts yelling and crying and all August says is "now you're acting like your mama."
I can already tell that she'll be a handful when she gets older.
I pulled up at Waffle House and got out before opening the backdoor to get Ava. Surprisingly, she didn't put up a protest when I got her out of her carseat, but she didn't want to be held anymore. I stood her up and held my hand out for her to hold. She looked at my hand for a second before huffing and turning her shoulder to my hand.
"Give me your hand Ava-Jai." I stated.
She crossed her arms and completely turned her back to me. "No mama."
It took everything in me not to pop her again. I sighed and crouched down to her level before making her turn around.
"Ava-Jai, I'm not about to play games with you today." I made her uncross her arms. "I didn't have to bring you here and I don't have to get you pancakes." I said to her. "If you keep acting up, I'm going to take you back home and put you in time out."
Her face fell and she gasped. "No time out! No mama, no!"
She may not have understood the other things I said, but she knew exactly what time out meant and she could tell by the tone of my voice that she was in trouble.
