Babygirl seeking Daddy

Splat.

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Christian's P.O.V.:
I felt my heart drop as I stared into the face of the one person I really hoped I'd never bump into around campus. It'd been a year of a lot of ducking and dodging but i'd succeeded  ever coming face to face with her; Now that I was staring into her big blue eyes it felt as if time stopped then reversed back.
There she was, with the same soft brown curls that smelled like vanilla, standing 5'1 in a pretty multicolor paisley dress and little brown moccasins.
"I don't love you anymore"
I could hear her soft, timid, velvety voice that once healed me saying over and over in my head, stabbing me in the heart. I gulped back those feelings of resentment and tried masking every ounce of sadness, anger and hurt away.
"Hi Ella. How are you?" I said, deadpan.
"Good, good. I actually work here now. I'm sorta running late."
Nothing out of the ordinary there; you're cute little butt is always running late; That's why i used to schedule everything at least 15 minutes later than planned for you.
"We should catch up sometime soon." Those soft and sweet little words knocked the air right out of my chest and left me speechless.
What's there to talk about? How you stopped loving me? How i wasn't a good enough daddy to you? Or..maybe there's hope...
"Yeah, sounds like fun." My body says before my brain registers the whole encounter and all i know is she's giving me her best big girl smile and blushing, running off inside. I watch her walk away and then close my eyes, exhaling slowly and open my eyes to find a very upset little princess in front of me.
Oh fuck.. i'm in a lot of trouble.

Amity's POV:
I could feel myself being pulled out of my little space as I watched my daddy completely falling in love with another girl in front of me. I studied the girl and couldn't help but keep realizing how good her and Christian would look together as a couple. My heart dropped and i couldn't help the feeling of jealousy wash over me; how could he look at her with the same look of love he gives me? I waited for the girl to go inside before crossing my arms and giving Christian the best "You've-really-made-a-boo boo- now" look.
"What?" He snapped at me, as if i did something wrong!
"What? Really? Oh nothing, i was just going to say how fun it was to watch you completely tripping over a girl in front of me." I snap back at him, turning to look at the cars driving past us.
"Oh stop acting like a little kid, Amity." he scoffed at me and went back to looking from the shop to me
"Acting like a little kid? You wanna see me act like a kid, here!" I said, letting my rage get ahead of me and throwing my ice cream on the ground at his feet, making a huge mess.
there. There's your little kid.
"Amity, You're such a brat sometimes. You're going straight into the corner when we get home. " He says, cleaning up the spattered ice cream and putting it in the trash. 
"Sometimes I really wish.." I could hear him mumble softly to himself.
"You wish what?!" I yelled at him, already hurt by everything that had happened and having corner time.
"I WISH YOU WERE MORE LIKE ELLA!" He screamed back at me.