"Mommy, can I dye my hair?" Lyric questioned with wide eyes like she normally did when she asked for something. Trey always said that she got that from Demi because all Demi had to do was widen her eyes a little bit and poke out her bottom lip and Trey gave her whatever she wanted. Unfortunately for Lyric, Demi knew that look well and there was no way that she was letting her four year old dye her hair.
"Dye your hair? Where'd you get the idea to dye your hair?" Demi asked, already knowing that she had probably saw one of her friends at school with dyed hair and wanted it as well. But she wasn't too sure what mother in their right mind would allow their kids to dye their hair.
"Mommy, you dyed your hair. It used to be brown like mine but now it's yellow. Why can't I do that? I want pink tips like Kenzie!" Lyric exclaimed, knocking one of her tea cups over in excitement because for some reason she believed that Demi was actually gonna let her dye her hair. They were having a tea party on the floor because being nearly nine months pregnant and squeezing onto a kiddie table with matching chairs wasn't a good mix. Since she was on maternity leave and Trey was back home for a while, they decided to let Lyric stay home from school and have a long weekend.
"You're too young to dye your hair and I like your hair the way it is. How about we try some different styles on it? I can make it straight like mommy's and you can wear it down," Demi suggested. She was gonna suggest wearing extensions but she didn't want her daughter walking around with cheap colored hair on her head. The media was already questioning her parenting enough.
"I guess..." Lyric trailed off because she was disappointed but that was the least of Demi's concerns. Since last night she had been experiencing the worst cramps in her stomach, like the ones that she had experienced before she went into labor with Lyric. It was like someone was stabbing her with a knife over and over and over again and she couldn't sleep at all but she didn't want to wake Trey up and worry him. But it was just getting even worse as the day progressed.
"Hey Lyric, can you ple-FUCK!" Demi cried out, leaning over as she clutched her stomach and began to breathe through her teeth to keep her from dry sobbing.
"Oooooh, mommy you said a bad word! You gotta put money in the swear jar!" Lyric exclaimed as she hopped up but Demi lightly swatted at her leg and pushed her in the direction of the stairs.
"Get your father NOW!" Lyric sprinted up the stairs and a few seconds later Trey came down and as soon as he noticed the position that Demi was in, he made Lyric go back upstairs to get her shoes and the bags they had packed for the hospital. He was already sending texts to his family and Dallas so that one of them would be able to watch Lyric while they were at the hospital.
"My water hasn't broken yet, we can stay here a little bit longer," Demi breathed out as Trey helped her up and then swept her into his arms, walking as fast as he could to the garage. He buckled her into his car and made sure she was safe, ignoring her protests because she had gone to school for years and she was a licensed pediatrician. She knew the hospital was the best place to be right now.
"Lyric come on your little brother is coming!" Trey yelled into the house, and then he saw his little girl who barely weighed over sixty pounds dragging her brother's diaper bag downstairs along with her little suitcase and Demi's Louis Vuitton duffle bag. It was so adorable that Trey snapped a quick picture before he took the bags off of her and then picked her up.
"My brother is coming? No, I'm not ready yet!" Lyric exclaimed, dragging her hands down her face in a panic as Trey furrowed his eyebrows and gave her a funny look.
"What do you mean you're not ready?"
"I don't wanna share yet daddy." The last of her sentence was muffled by her burying her face in his neck and if Trey wasn't in such a rush to get Demi to the hospital he would've stopped and addressed that right there but he didn't have time. And that made him feel terrible.
