"No pick-ters!" Her small 3 year old voice tried to snap; as many times as she had heard her mother snap she was sure she could at least imitate the authority within the way her mother spoke at times towards her employees. Furrowing her eyebrows she held on tight with her tiny little hand to her father's index finger and waved her other hand in front of her face trying to shield the flashing lights that were coming in an abundance. "No pick-ters"
Yelling from fans and paparazzi causing her to catch fright and instantly turn her head upwards to catch her father's attention who was already struggling to keep a hold of his composure in front of his small daughter.
"Daddy up." She begged throwing her free hand towards him in affect turning her body to practically stand in front of him. With no hesitation at all he scooped her up in his strong muscled arms and kissed her cheek. "Naughty poopie." She scolded pointing her finger at each person in sight and shaking it just like she'd seen her grandma Sandi do a thousand times when she'd do something she wasn't suppose to.
"Aaliyah don't point." Her father's voice sternly spoke as he covered her finger and pulled it down.
"Naughty poopie." She stuck out her tongue at the camera man who tried to push his way past one of the many fans that were screeching her name. Cocking her head to the side she pondered on why they seemed so obsessed with her name and sighed lightly. Tightening her small arms around her father's neck.
"OH MY GOD DRAKE! SHE'S SO CUTE!" One fan screeched causing Aaliyah to position her head at the crook of his neck. Sighing lightly she caught her father's attention at the slight breeze against his neck. Smoothly entering the Maybach he awaited for Spoons to close the door behind him before pulling his daughter from her hiding spot and observe her.
"What's wrong princess?"
"All da scary pee-po wanna eat Ah-lee- ah."She pouted trying to land her head on his chest but failed miserably as he sat her straight.
"Baby I told you people don't eat other people." Drake tried reasoning only causing Aaliyah to huff and shake her head from side to side.
" then, then why, why did, why did mommy bite daddy." She questioned her hand clutching on to his beard as she looked at him with that same fear she had when she caught Nicki biting and licking his cheek early in the morning a couple of days ago. "Mommy say she wan' you to eat heeeur." She cried out, her pout turning down even more as her eyes glistened at the thought of her parents becoming some kind of monsters.
"Mommy was just playing with daddy princess. Sometimes she says a lot of funny things." He covered trying to keep his composure and not break out in to fits of laughter. Rubbing her back feeling the black velvety silk fur of her top against his fingers as Aaliyah pulled up the leg of her adidas sweat pants, crossing her legs to sit facing her father on his lap.
"That's why you, you have to pop her in da ass." Aaliyah replied in an attempt of some kind of island accent her mother would put on as if she understood the meaning and nodded her head. Everything seeming to be clear to her now and her vision brighter. She watched as her father's eyes grew wide and he popped her arm, biting his bottom lip.
"But mommy say it all da tyum in heur songs." She whined rubbing her arm where he'd just popped her.
"Mommy's grown she can say what she wants to say."
"Why you no pop ugly alien. Why you always pop me!" She shouted as she felt the car jerk them forward as it started to function, steering out of their parking spot. "You no love me no more." She cried out sticking her fingers in her mouth, drooling as her mouth opened and her tears automatically fell causing Drake to roll his eyes at his spoilt daughter and sigh. She always knew how to pull at his heart strings, softening at the sound of her little lungs crying out for attention.
