Brat

Chapter 14

     ~Jackson's POV~

     Just who in the hell was her ex boyfriend? He really missed out on something beautiful. I think to myself while cleaning off the kitchen table. Charli is on the loveseat on the other side of the table, and she's balled herself up under the blanket from earlier. She's turned her face into the couch probably because she's warmer that way. She's so cute, but so damn stubborn. Those deep brown, incredibly curly locks are simply memorizing. I can see the slight movement of her shoulders, signaling that she's indeed napping.
     After the living room was cleaned, I just rubbed her back. I've always thought that women are their most beautiful when they're asleep, but Charli is perfect. Every hair on her head may be out of place, but that's one of my darling's perfect imperfections. The hardly noticeable freckles just under both eyes and across the bridge of her nose are the icing on the chocolate cake.
    "Uh, Jackson?" Her subtle voice brought me out of the daze that she caused.
  "Yes, Charli?"
    "Why are you staring at me like that?"
    "Because, I just saw everything I ever wanted."
     "Oh? So you want a bratty little slut then?"
     "For right now, I just want the little. We can save the bratty slut thing for later." I say winking.
     "Ok, damn. Gimme the rules Jackson."

~Charli's POV~
    "Rule 1, address me in public with my first name, but when we're alone, call me daddy, sir, or basically anything but my first name.
    Rule 2, I don't care too much about your attitude, because that's why I like you so much, but don't you ever swear at me in a disrespectful manner.
    Rule 3, be proud of yourself and who you are. Don't talk down about yourself anymore. When you dress yourself, unless I say otherwise, show off a little skin. I want the world to know that I'm with the most beautiful girl ever, and that they can't have you.
    Last, but certainly not least, rule 4. Talk to me about ANY problem that you've got. I don't care who you be got the problem with, even if the problem is me. I don't care how small it may seem. As a good daddy, I need to know what your problems are so that I can fix them. Got it?"
    "Yes, Jackson. I heard everything."
    "Obviously not, but do you have any questions?" He says with a slight chuckle.
     "What do you mean 'if the problem is me'? Have you fucked up before?"
     "Of course. I'm human. We all meds up sometimes, but now I'm the best daddy there is."
     "Fine, since you think that you're the best daddy ever let's go get some ice cream."
      "Now? But it's almost 11."
       "Well the best daddy ever can get ice cream at any time of day."
       "Fine. Let's go." Daddy grabbed his keys, and we left. I reached towards the radio to put on some music, and magically found a kpop radio station. My favorite song by blackpink came on. Playing with fire.

I sang along in Korean, and Daddy had the strangest look on his face.
    "What the hell are they even talking about?"
    "The song is about loving someone who damages you. Its about being head over heels in love with someone who you know is no good for you, but your love for them overrides all logic." I continye dancing to the song in the car while Jackson looked like he was deep in thought. We pulled into the parking lot of a grocery store, and I looked at him with an eyebrow raised, questioning him.
     "None of the Dairy Queen's were open this late, so the ice cream will come from here instead."  
     "Fine, but I didn't plan on walking a whole lot." I got out of the car, and got us a basket. I waited for Daddy to come around, and I reached up to him. I swear his eyes sparkled when he looked down at me.
     "Aww, what do you want Charli Bear?" I pointed at the basket.
     "Words, sweetheart."  he whispers.
     "In basket please daddy." He lifted me up like I was a feather. I got in and sat down.  We were in the store and we headed straight for the ice cream. 
      "Ok, there's chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, Neapolitan, cookies n cream, cookie d-"
     "Cookie dough!" I shout. I stood up so quickly that the cart almost tipped over, but daddy caught me.
   "Sweetness, you can't go standing up in the cart. You might hurt yourself." I sat back down, and played with the straps to the seat. "Charli, did you hear me?" I snapped out of my fascination with the straps.
    "Huh, daddy?"
    "I said, which fruit do you want?"
    "Uh, pineapples and mangoes please, sir." He smiled, and reached for the plastic bags for the mangoes.
     "Remember I said to call me Jackson in public?"
      "No tanks Daddy. I wike calling you daddy. Daddy's chu new name, but I only calls you that. Nobody else." I say crossing my arms with a pout. 

He chuckles and says, "Ok baby, I'm all yours as long as you want me, sweetness." We left the grocery store, and went back to Daddy's house. "Uh Daddy lemme help carry someting." 

"Here, you carry the mangoes." Daddy handed me the bag, and unlocked the door for me. We put all the bags on the kitchen counter. 

"Charli, baby, we need to get you to bed now." I didn't even get to have any of the cookie dough ice cream yet, and Daddy thinks that I'm going to go to bed now? Fat chance. 

"Can we have some ice cream first?"

"No, it's getting really late. Healthy babygirls need to get their sleep.

He picked me up and said, "It's a shame that you haven't got a choice."

He carried me back into his bedroom, and put me on his bed while he went into his clothes dresser. 

*just for fun because I love blackpink*