I woke up to the crying of my two week old daughter. I looked at the time and groaned. It's 1 in the morning and she didn't let me go to sleep til' 11. I walked to her room and picked her up before making her a bottle. I fed and burped her then changed her diaper. I laid her down and she woke up crying. "What's wrong, baby girl?" I asked, picking her up. She stopped crying. I decided to let her sleep with me again.
I walked back to my room and put a pillow on both sides of the bed and laid in the middle, with Cali on my chest. I covered us up and patted her back and she fell asleep. I know you're wondering where her mom is. The truth, she left me and Cali cause she was a cheating crackhead. I don't mind that she left, I don't mind that she left me to raise Cali alone. We're both better off with out her. Eventually I dosed off to sleep.
-Next morning-
I woke up with Cali still sleeping peacefully on my chest. I looked at my alarm, it's noon. I turned and laid Cali on the bed, in between the pillows before getting up. I walked in the bathroom with my clothes and did my hygiene quickly. By the time I was done, Cali was just waking up. I picked her up and fed and burped her. I got her dressed and then got her bag ready. I have to take her to the doctor for a check up today. There was one the day after she got out of the hospital and today and the next one isn't until she's six months. The only other time is if she gets sick.
"Okay, sir, you're baby is completely healthy, you can go. We'll see you later." The doctor said. I put Cali back in her carseat and thanked the doctor. Then I drove to the studio. I gotta work.
I brought Cali into the studio and out her where I can see her from the booth. I told my friend to keep an eye on her. The friend I asked was a very good friend of mine that I trusted with my life. If I hadn't trusted him with my life, I wouldn't trust him with my daughter.
-Two Years Later-
I woke up at 9 and Cali was sleeping on my bed. I've been trying to get her to sleep in her own room. It's okay I guess, she gets scared. I got up and got ready for the day before waking Cali up.
"Cali, get up baby." I said. She groaned and rubbed her eyes. "I not want to daddy." Cali said, covering her face, trying to hide her eyes from the light. "Cali Nicole Brown, get up." I said. Cali giggled. "My whole name?" She asked, sitting up. I nod. "Fine, Daddy Cwistofur Moreece Bwown." Cali tried to say my full name. I laughed and tickled her. "Otay, otay." Cali said. I stopped tickling her and picked her up.
"I love you." I said. "I wove you too." Cali said, hugging me. I carried her to her room and told her to help me find her outfit. "Where we go, daddy?" Cali asked, holding her hands up. "To the park." I answered. Cali cheered. "Yay, da pawk, da pawk." She yelled. I chuckled and brought her to her closet.
Cali picked light pink leggings, a dark pink tutu and a lighter pink shirt with 'My Little Pony' on it. I got her dressed and put her light up shoes on her. Then I brushed her hair and pulled it in a pony tail. "No, daddy, a bun." She told me. I laughed and did her hair in a bun. "Tank you, daddy." Cali said, kissing my cheek. "You're welcome, princess. Go get your jacket." I told her. She nods and runs to her closet, getting her pink coat. Pink is definitely her favorite color.
I helped her put her coat on. Then I put my own coat on and grabbed my wallet, phone and keys. I picked Cali up and carried her outside, locking the front door and then walking to the car. "Which car?" I asked her. She pointed at the black Range Rover. I smiled, she always picks that one.
I put Cali in her carseat and buckled her up before getting in the drivers side and buckling up myself. Then we drove to the park and I pushed her on the swings for a while.
"Hey, Chris." Someone said. I looked behind me and turned around once I saw who it was. I picked up Cali and got her stuff. "Wait, I want to talk." She said. I continued walking to my car. "No, Janae, you can't talk. You need to move away from my car." I said, buckling Cali in her carseat.
"Chris, please. She's my daughter too." She begged. I looked at her like she was stupid. "No, I raised her ALONE. I am her one and only parent. Good day to you, Miss. Pierce." I told her, getting in my car. She jumped in front of it right before I pulled off. I honked the horn and rolled the window down. "Are you crazy, Nae? Move." I yelled. She shook her head no. I threw the car in reverse and backed up. Then I turned around and drove home. Janae Makayla Pierce will not be around my daughter. Ever.
So, what do you think? Who should the next imagine be for?
~Michele
