YouTube's Daughter (Sequel to Invisible)[DISCONTINUED]

Chapter Eight

Kasie's POV

"Isn't he lovely, isn't he wonderful, isn't he precious," I sang to myself, lightly bouncing around the kitchen as I cooked eggs on the stove.

"Who you singin' 'bout Mama?" Skylar asked, her sitting at the breakfast bar, watching me cook.

"Huh? Oh, no one," I blushed. Did I really just blush? I did, didn't I?

"Sure," She smiled. "It was daddy, wasn't it?"

"No," I smiled.

"What about me?" Connor asked, walking into the kitchen. He grabbed my waist and kissed me gently; going to Skylar and ruffling her hair a bit.

"Mommy was singin' 'bout you," Skylar spilled.

"Was not," I retorted.

"Was too."

"Was she now?" Connor asked Skylar. The girl nodded and I rolled my eyes, finishing the eggs and turning off the stove. I divvied up the eggs, placing Skylar's plate in front of her with a fork. The small girl dove right in.

"Slow down bug, you're gonna get a stomach ache," Connor told her, smiling and kissing the top of her head. He slid off the chair and got to his feet. "Well I better head out now so I can make it to that wedding on time and not get squabbled at for being late."

"Alright, drive safe and text me when you get there," I nodded, popping a bite of eggs in my mouth before he went to kiss me and our daughter bye. Connor left and Skylar and I soon finished out breakfast.

Connor had started his own photography business shortly after ending his YouTube career; wanting to do something with photography since it was his main passion aside from YouTube. He slowed worked his way to being one of the top in-demand photographers. He did anything from weddings to family portraits to regular photos of the sunset, sunrise, anything that caught his attention. Mainly it was former viewers who'd followed him since their early teens and wanted to meet him but even handfuls had heard of him from those viewers that were satisfied with his work.

"Go brush your teeth Sky," I told her as I started rinsing the plates and placing them in the dishwasher. She slid off the chair and walked off in the direction of the bathroom. I washed the pan I used to make the eggs and cleaned off the stove and surrounding counters; making sure to use disinfectant wipes on the counters and stove to prevent salmonella from raw egg from spreading.

Once Sky was situated on the couch and watching a cartoon on TV, I went to brush my teeth and change into clothes that were socially acceptable to wear in public. If it was up to me, I'd wear my pj's everywhere. I put on dark skinny jeans (as I wouldn't be able to wear them in a month or so), a white shirt, and black no-show socks, putting on short-heeled ankle boots. I ran a brush through my hair and fixed it, deciding to just leave my hair alone today. Once I was satisfied with my appearance I went to grab my black leather jacket from the hall closet and put in on, grabbing my keys and purse from the breakfast bar.

"Sky you ready to go to the store?" I asked her. She nodded, grabbing her pair of navy blue converse that were by the front door and put them on. "No jacket?" I asked her.

"No."

"Okay; I don't want to hear you complaining that you're cold." She nodded

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"Up you go," I quietly grunted, lifting Sky up into the cart. No, not the built-in seat that most carts have, the basket that the food goes in since she was too big to sit in the built-in seat.

"What do you say we make cookies today? Yeah?" I asked Sky once we got to the aisle with all the pre-made cookie dough.

"Can we?" A hint of hope in her voice.