Louis Tomlinson's Daughter // Completed [✔️]

Where's Mommy

(Edited: 7/6/6)

Emmi's P.O.V

"Wake up, Princess!" My mom's voice said, shaking me awake.

"Good morning, mommy." I said, smiling.

I sat up in my bed. I stretched my arms out, letting out a yawn.

"Are you excited for school?" She asked.

"Yes!" I smiled.

She let out a small laugh. Mom went to my dresser to pick out my clothes.

"Mommy, I want to wear my Superman shirt today!" I begged.

"Okay, okay." She laughed at my puppy dog eyes.

She gave me my blue shirt that had a red S on it, she gave me my red skinny jeans, too.

"When your done getting dressed come downstairs for breakfast." Mom told me.

"Otay," I replied.

I changed out of my Tinker-Bell pajamas and into my Superman outfit. After I was done, I did as mommy said and went downstairs.

"What's for breakfast?" I asked.

"Scrambled eggs." Mom replied.

I do not want to eat scrambled eggs, so I will not.

Isabel's P.O.V

"Scrambled eggs." I told Emmi. She frowned at me.

"But mommy," She whined.

Oh, great here comes another one of Emmi's classic fits.

"Emmi," I sighed.

"I want hash browns!" She whined.

"Emmi, I'm sorry we are having eggs." I told her, strictly, setting a plate of scrambled eggs on the table.

Emmi crossed her arms.

"I don't want it!" She screamed, stomping her foot.

"Emmi, not today! We are not doing this today!" I yelled. "Okay?" I asked more calmly.

Emmi ran upstairs to her room.

I sat down at the table, I put my elbows on the table and my head in my hands.

I just don't understand, it's always something, she doesn't want to wake up, or wear the clothes I pick out, go to school, eat breakfast; the simplest things. I don't know if I'm doing something wrong raising her. I've been doing my best. It's really hard being a single mother. Some nights I just cry, because I can't give her the love from a mother and a father. I wish Louis was here. I wish I told him about her.

I got up and walked upstairs. I knocked on Emmi's door.

"What?"

"Can I come in, sweetheart?" I asked. I heard no reply.

Finally the door opened, my one and only daughter standing there.

"Emmi, will you please just come down and eat your breakfast?" I asked.

"No,"  Emmi said, stubbornly. I pinched the bridge of my nose.

"Emmi, I'm done with this!" I snapped at her.

"If you're so done with me why don't you send me to my dad's?" She screamed.

"Emmi, stop this!" I didn't know what to say. "You can't be late for school again!"