Free (Sequel to Trapped)

Ch. 83

Ariana

Tuesday, 1:34 pm

"Don't worry, daddy. I'll come back after I pick Aviella up to feed Bella. I promise." I tell Justin.

"Why did you call me daddy?"

"Not for the reason you think." I laugh.

"Because I'm daddy, or because I'm a daddy?" Justin asks.

"Because you are a daddy. Please take her from me, though. My arms are getting tired."

"She's like seven pounds are your arms are getting tired?"

"Dude, I carried her for nine months. She definitely did not feel like seven pounds. Now take your daughter."

"Fine. But only because you told me to."

"That's what I like to hear." I smile and give Bella to Justin.

I had just fed her and it was currently her awake time, where she did nothing but stare and cry, if I put her down. We were gonna start working on that. Eventually.

"Can we please come with you?" Justin asks.

"No. You can't. Bella's not supposed to go places like that until she's 6-8 weeks. You'll be fine. You're her dad. I'm sure you can handle whatever happens."

"What if she leaks on me?"

"Then you'll clean her and yourself up."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes, you do. She came from you, so if she 'leaks' on you, whatever that means, it's basically your liquids."

"Okay, that's enough of that. No more leaking or liquids."

"You're the one who brought it up."

"I'm gonna go pick Aviella up. We have to go shopping!"

"For what?"

"She needs something to wear to gymnastics. Duh!"

"Do you really have to go?"

"I'm gonna slice your neck if you ask me that one more time."

"Then you'll be a single parent."

"I'm sure there will be someone willing to help out." I smirk, walking over to my closet.

"Is that how you're gonna be?"

"Yep. If that's how you're gonna be." I nod.

I pick a white sweater, jeans and brown boots. It was getting colder outside, and we were supposed to be getting some snow soon. Denver weather is the weirdest thing ever.

"I'll be back. Love you, daddy." I smirk, kissing Justin on his cheek.

"Which one was that?"

"You know exactly which one that was." I smile, walking out of the room.

I grab my keys from the kitchen and make sure I have my phone and my purse before leaving.

1:50 pm

I make it to Aviella's school and park before going inside the building.

"Hi. How may I help you?" The Secretary asks.

"I'm here to pick up Aviella Bieber."

"What grade?"

"Kindergarten. Ms Webb's class."

"Okay. Sign her out right her and I'll get her."

I nod and write Aviella's name, the date and time then sign my name. The Secretary uses the phone to call Aviella's classroom, because electronics are lit, obviously.

"She's on her way." The Secretary says.

"Thank you." It takes Aviella about two minutes to get to the office and she smiles when she sees me.

"Hi, mommy."

"Hey, babe. How was your day?" I take her backpack and we walk outside.

"Great! Why'd you pick me up early?"

"We need to get you something to wear for gymnastics."

"What do you mean?"

"You're going to gymnastics today."

"Really?" She beams.

"Yep." I nod and she hugs me.

"This is the best day ever!" She squeals.

I smile at her cuteness and open the backdoor to my car. Aviella gets in and I put her backpack next to her before closing the door.

I walk around to the driver's side and get in.

"We're gonna go to the mall because the mall is the best place on earth." I say.

I drive to the mall, which only takes about 5 minutes because it's not far, also because I don't care about speed limits, but that's not important.

2:02 pm

"We can go to Justice or Dancewear Solutions. Which one?" I ask Aviella as we walk inside the mall.

"Justice!"

"I knew you would say that."

Justice is on the second floor, and Aviella chooses to take the escalator instead of the elevator.

"Where's daddy and Bella?" She asks.

"They are at home. Bella's too young to be here."

"Oh. When will she be old enough?"

"She'll have to be six weeks."

"How much is a month?"

"That depends on what month it is. But usually four weeks."

It takes Aviella until we get to Justice to figure it out, but soon she does the math.

"So one and a half months?"

"That's exactly right. Good job, baby."

Aviella finds the leotards in no time and picks out about a million of them.

"Avi, babe. You don't need that many."

"Can I get ten?"

"How about five?"

"Seven?"

"Six."

"Seven." She repeats.

"Fine. You can get seven." I sigh.

Aviella picks out seven leotards and, after paying for them, we go to Dance wear Solutions to get shorts. She already has plenty of leggings.

2:34 pm

"We're good to go. Let's go see daddy." I say.

"And Belle! Don't forget Belle." Aviella replies.

"I would never forget her."