What I didn't say #Wattys2015

My Family

Over the counter, Kate handed me the contact number. I didn't need it anymore. Marylin had found her soulmate dress and there was no way I could talk her out of it. She was a very decisive and determined kinda person. Thanking Kate, I tucked the card into my pocket. Somewhere I would never get hold of it, else it would remind me of my loss over that awesome dress. There was no word I could use to describe that dress and here I was, trying to depict its beauty to you. Perhaps, that dress was rightfully meant for her owner. The boss's boss's boss's bride. Lucky woman, I must say.
Taking the bags, all of us strode out towards the parking lot. There, in the middle of all the crap people tagged as cars, was my baby. The apple of my eyes, the peanut to my butter, the pie of my cake, my brand new GTR. A black one. But it was no shiny black. It was matte black. Don't be jealous people. I can smell the jealousy from where I am. Sure it was a small car but. . . I was in love. It was love at first sight. I claimed the bitch as soon as I came in the radius of 10 feet of it. I was completely- for lack of a suitable word - whipped. Mom and the others went back home in Marylin's car. I had some work to be done in the office.

At home
' Oh my God, Dad! I thought I would die out there. Clothes and clothes and clothes everywhere. So much bling bling stuff, the squeaks, the shouting, the crying, the cheering . . . I was sure to be about to black out there or have a seizure. How can women go so animalistic when they see clothes and if the sales are on, their reaction is far worse. They could rip off your arm if you just touched something they had already laid eyes on. God, Dad! I'm never going shopping with these lunatics again. At least not in the many years to come. I mean how can - '
Seeing that my father had not yet butted in to continue and support me in my rant, I stopped and looked at him, puzzled. Leaning against the island in the kitchen he watched me amused, his eyes holding a hint of an emotion. Pride. A ghost of a smile lingered on the edge if his lips as his eyes continued to sparkle.
' Dad, you think this is funny? It was complete torture, Dad. I sat through that dress trial of Marylin's for three straight hours, and not to mention the many boutiques we've been through before, for fuck's sake, going back to the very first store! Dad, you better save my ass the next time they drag me shopping with them.' I warned.
Sighing, I reached for the refrigerator and took out a bottle of water and tub of ice cream. There was no better way than to end this horrific day perfectly. Ice cream! I could sense Dad watching my every move. Surely, my little- not so little- outburst shocked him.
' You know, sweetie, I always pegged you for being different from other girls. But everytime you surprise me. I mean, which girl in this entire world hates shopping? I always thought that given you were a girl, the shopping gene would eventually kick in at some point of time. . . And I thank God everyday that nothing of they sort happened. Kayla Hope Anderson, you my girl, are truly daddy's little princess.'
' Okay, now I'm confused. Are you saying this because you la-la-love me or just because i don't spend all of your wealth on stupid clothes? '
At that Dad threw his head back laughing. He looked a lot more younger when he smiled,laughed. The creases on his forehead that were permanently there seem yo dissolve, as if they never existed. Plus, Dad's only dimple would surface back on his right cheek. An asset I inherited from him. My dimples. Yeah, I was lucky enough to have it on both my cheeks, and even a faint one on my chin. Something none of my brothers had and I made sure to tease them all about it. That was until they hit puberty. They all lost their baby faces and now they somehow resembled Seth Rollins, Cesaro and Stephen Amell.

( A/N : I'm a big fan of WWE, don't judge 😁 )

God! I so hate my phone sometimes. We were just having our father-daughter time and this technology thing had to crash between us. Sometimes, I just would like to throw it across the room right on the wall. The damn noisy thing!

' Yellow! '

' Kayla, get to the hospital. Natasha's water broke. '

Hanging up, I told Dad what was happening. I grabbed Natasha's hospital bag from her room and asked Dad to prepare some soup for her. She loved Dad's cuisine. And that was true. Dad was a far better cook than Mom.

It was about time I knew who the godfather was.

hey guys,

this didn't turn out the way I expected, but it still is better than nothing.

Love, Kiara