Free (Sequel to Trapped)

Ch. 37

Justin

Wednesday, 7:26 pm

"Babe!" I yell.

"What, Justin. I'm right here." Ariana says and I laugh.

"I know."

"Come here." I pull her into my arms, kissing her head multiple times.

"What's wrong?" She asks.

"Nothing."

"Well, why did you call my name?" She says, annoyed.

"I didn't call your name."

"Yes, you did. I was sitting here stalking my second husbands Instagram and you yelled 'babe'."

"Since when was your name babe? I thought it was Ariana. I mean, I'm pretty sure I married a 'Ariana Grande', not a 'babe'?"

"Technically, it would be an Ariana Grande because you're supposed to say 'an' before you say a word that starts with a vowel."

"Thank you, Ms. Grammer Police."

"You're welcome." She giggles and I kiss her head again before letting her go.

She turns around and connects her lips with mine, and we kiss until Aviella walks in.

"Get a room!" Aviella screams.

Ariana rolls her eyes and sits down, while I keep my spot on the arm of the couch.

"What do you want?" Ariana asks as Aviella sits in her lap.

"I'm bored. And hungry. Can we to out to eat somewhere?"

"Ask daddy."

"Yes." I say, before she even looks at me.

"Yay! Let's go to McDonalds." She squeals.

"Absolutely not." Ariana shakes her head and I laugh.

"Olive Garden?" Aviella asks.

"That sounds better."

"Wait, no! The whole reason is asked was so we could go to the Cheesecake Factory!"

"Ding! Ding! Ding! We have a winner." I say.

Ariana laughs, nodding her head.

"Sounds good to me. Go get dressed. In something nice." She says as Aviella slides off of her lap.

I follow Ariana into our room and she enters her closet. I just pick up a blue t-shirt with a hockey stick on it and jeans. Unlike the two females who lived in my house, I was simple. It didn't take me ten years to get ready to leave.

"I'm ready!" Aviella runs into our room wearing a purple shirt and a yellow skirt.

I will admit she did a pretty good job for a 5 year old getting dressed by herself. She gives me her shoes, brown sandals, and I put them on her feet. She usually has issues picking the right from the left foot.

Ariana walks out of the closet wearing a plain white dress and gold sandals.

"There's my baby." I smile.

She blushes, brushing through her hair while she picks up her phone from the bed.

"Are you ready to go, mama?" Aviella asks.

Ariana nods, putting her brush down on the bed. She puts her hair in a bun and walks out.

"I guess that's our cue." I pick Aviella up and follow Ariana out of the room.

"We'll be in the car." I tell Ariana.

She nods, looking around the kitchen for something. Probably her purse. I buckle Aviella up in her car seat in the back of the Infiniti and get in the drivers seat.

"Daddy, can I see your phone?" Aviella asks.

I take my phone out of my pocket and give it to her.

"What's the password?"

"My fingerprint."

"I don't have your fingerprint. Do I?"

"No you don't. You just said can I see your phone. Not anything else." She sighs.

"Daddy, can you please put your fingerprint into your phone so I can play on it?"

"Of course I can, princess." I laugh, taking my phone back as Ariana gets in the car.

Noticing that Ariana now has her purse with her, I smile, put my finger on the home button and give it back to Aviella.

"I'm ready now." Ariana says.