taylor
ella: 4
nashville, tennessee
"ella, you need to stop." i say to the screaming child at my feet. i'm trying to make dinner and she's been screaming all afternoon.
"i'm bored." she screams again. we've been cooped up inside for a while, about a week or so without leaving.
i have yet to announce my pregnancy and my bump is getting pretty big, as i'm almost full term. . travis goes to football, but rachel our nanny is on vacation. all therefore, makes a lot of time at home. travis and i decided we'll announce it on christmas next week. until then, i have to stay home so we can be the one to announce it and not some tabloids.
"ella we can't go anywhere. i'll take you out to do something fun next week, and rachel comes back in a couple days and you guys can do something." i say as calm as possible
"no!" she exclaims and stomps her foot. the second before i was about to send her upstairs, travis is in view
"ella marjorie. don't scream at your mom." travis comes into the kitchen with a stern expression
"i want to go to the zoo or the park. i don't want to be in this ugly house anymore!" ella screams again but this time directed at travis. she should honestly know better than to talk back to her dad. travis can be, how should i say it? a lot more reactive than me.
"hey!" travis booms a lot more louder than he probably and ella stumbles back a bit. i see the tears brim her bright blue eyes and start streaming down her little red face.
i have had conversations with him how he can't raise his voice like that especially at a four year old. i know it just comes out and he doesn't even recognize his volume.
"ella, go upstairs and sit in your room. do not come out till i come get you." i instruct sternly. she groans in annoyance and stomps off
"and you." i turn to travis after i watch ella walk out. she knows better than to go anywhere but her bedroom.
i can just feel my hormones racing through my blood.
"tay, i was helping you." he defends himself
"first of all, i don't need your help to parent my child and second of all haven't i told you countless times to not yell at her like that. i don't care if that's how you were raised or if that's the only way she listens. i don't approve of it and she's my kid too. i don't want her to be afraid of you or anything. she gets scared when you yell like that. it's not a good look on you." i say sternly yelling at some parts
"tay, i'm sorry. i never meant to make you mad. i just hate how you let her yell at you sometimes." he says and takes a step towards me
"you didn't even give me a chance to get after her about it!" i exclaim with full frustration
"babe, please calm down i never meant to upset you, i was just trying to help you. i know not to do it that way now. i'm sorry." he says and closes the spence between us and takes my hands in his. god i hate when he says the perfect thing and he knows i can't be mad at him he does this.
"you're so fucking annoying." i shake my head and slightly laugh.
"and you're so cute." he says and taps my nose making me giggle
"shut up." i shake my head slowly. his hands move to my back. my stomach is leaving a bigger gap between us than usual. "i'm literally huge trav." i mutter "why must you be so fucking large?" i ask scanning his body.
"i know you like it." he whispers and i smile knowing he's right.
"not when i'm going to have to push out an eight pound kid. ella was only six, this girl decided to give me an extra hard time and be like her dad." i explain
"tay you do realize that 5'10 is pretty tall for a female, so maybe she's taking after both of us." travis says and rubs my back and i lean into him.
"just let me blame you for this." i say into his chest and i hear him chuckle and he kisses my head
