When She Is No Longer Mine «Jason McCann & Justin Bieber»

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Jason

"Baby, get in the car," I say exasperatedly.

Nezther crosses her arms over her chest, shaking her head. "No, Daddy. I no wan' go home and he big girl," she cries.

I sigh, "Nezther, just get in the car. You don't have to be a big girl. You can still be my baby, okay? Just get in the goddamn car."

She pouts, but gets in the taxi. "I's just wan' be here wif my Daddy," she looks out the window with her back to me.

"Darling, we can be home together," I wrap my arms around her. "What's wrong?" I kiss her shoulder.

She shrugs, "I's no wan' be big girl."

"Why not? I'm not complaining, but why can't you?"

"Bein' big girl makes me sad. I's remember stuff I don't want to." I rest my chin on her shoulder, frowning as I stare out the window with her. "It's pretty here," she mumbles.

"You're prettier, babygirl," I kiss her neck.

"T'ank you, Dada," she slips deeper into her little space.

I lean against the seat. Nezther leans against my chest, babbling nonsense as she nuzzles her nose against my pectoral muscles. "Stop being a weirdo," I chuckle at her. She looks up at me with innocent eyes. I run my fingers through her hair. "You're my baby-baby, huh? You're really deep in your littlspace," I kiss her nose.

She rests her cheek on my chest, looking down at her hands. She claps, emitting small giggles every time her hands touch. I lean my face against the top of her head, closing my eyes for a few moments.

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"Dada, Dada, Dada," Nezther crawls over my lap.

Leigh looks at her older sister with wide eyes. "What, Angel?" I chuckle as she squishes my cheek between her hands.

"Nes?" Nezther looks over at Leigh. "Are you hungry?"

"Dada, Dada," she replied, looking back at me.

"Pretty deep, I see," Leigh mumbles.

I nod, wrapping my arms around Nezther. She lays down like a baby in my arms. She presses her face against my bicep, closing her eyes. "Yeah, she–uh... she had some sort of flashback when we were... having sex," I pat my baby's bum.

"Oh no," she sits next to me on the couch. "Is she okay?"

"Can't tell, she's been in her little space almost all day."

"Me daddy," Nezther mumbles.

"Shh," I rock her slowly. She grumbles something else and clutches onto my chest. "Does Kinsley ever get like this?"

Leigh shakes her head. "Not really. I mean, she gets super clingy, yeah. But never so deep where she only says Momma."

I move Nezther a bit. She jams her thumb into her mouth. "I should get her to bed. Go to sleep soon, yeah?" Leigh nods, standing up from the couch as I do. "Let me know if you guys need anything," I kiss her forehead and carry my wife into our room.

"Dada," Nezther whines as I set her down on the bed.

"Hang on, baby. I need to change."

She sits up, rubbing her eyes. "Me's too," she lifts her arms up. I lift her dress off of her and hand her my shirt. "Hmm," she leans back into the bed. "You's promise me sum'thin', daddy?"

I nod as I slide off my pants. "Yes, baby."

"You's promise you won't leave me? Ever?"

"I promise, Angel," I climb into bed next to her.

She snuggles against my chest. "Wobe so much."

"I love you too, babygirl. Now go to sleep."

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"Dada," Nezther sits at the table, playing wth her food. "Dada, Dada."

"Eat, kitten," Leigh hands her a fork.

I widen my eyes at her. "Don't call her kitten or–"

"DADDY!" Nezther sobs.

I pull her out of her chair and onto my legs. "I know, my little Queen. She didn't know, okay? Calm down, baby."

"Dada no weave Nessie."

"I won't, buttercup, calm down for me."

She wraps her arms around my waist and cuddles her face against me. "What did I say?" Leigh panics.

"She doesn't like being called kitten. I'll explain later. I have to give her a bath," I stand up. "Who wants to take a bath with mommy?"

Gracie looks at me from the couch. "I want to," she reaches out. I pull her up onto my other hip.

"Daddy," Nezther pats my chest. "You's give me baby after bath?" She whispers so Grace doesn't hear.

I kiss the side of her head. "We'll see," I sigh heavily.

After getting both Nezther and Grace cleaned up, I had to dress them both. Nezther sat on our bed with a towel wrapped around her, sitting patiently. "Hi, baby," I say when I re-enter the room.

"Hey," she smiles.

"Let's brush your hair, Angel," I climb so I'm kneeling on the bed behind her. I brush through her long curls, making sure not to hurt her precious head.

"I's have baby?"

"Are you sure you're ready, doll? You aren't upset or going to think about the bad things?"

"No, Daddy," she shakes her head. "You's gon' hold me hand though, right?"

"Yeah, babe, if that's what you want."