Love Me...

*Prologue*

Well I hope you guys enjoy and Please comment at the bottom once you finish reading I would really like to read what you guys feel about my story so far and yes I am working on the first chapter now. It'll probably be uploaded on Monday night so there's the heads up for the people who likes my story. Once again PLEASE COMMENT I'M DIYING TO READ THEM!!!! they make me feel special *soft light voice* ( with a pout) :- )***********************

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**PROLOGUE**

"You had fun, Callabug?" My dad asked. Using his famous nickname he gave me.

    We were doing our traditional fishing. We call it tradition because this is the main thing we do when we have a father and daughter outing. At my age you could say I was a tomboy and a daddy's girl.

I guess it doesn't help if you have a twin brother either, who's always rough housing.

If you had an awesome dad like mine then you would understand. I do have my girly moments too.

Since my dad is Latino he likes to stay in touch with the culture I know how to dance with and without a partner.  

I started dancing at a young age(regular dancing).

  I was really good at it and mommy and papi thought it would be a great idea if I started dancing with a partner and before I could think about it Nate comes running in saying he'll be my partner. I was really confused since he hates dancing...

 "Are you kidding me? Today was awesome! Did you see that fish I caught? It was bigger than me."

I couldn't help but gloat and prance around my dad while he just looked at me with amusement and... pride?

Why would he be proud of me?

"Come on, Callabug lets go home and tell Mom and Nate about the fish you caught." He said grabbing the two fishing poles, mine being the smallest of the two and instead of you seeing the expected pink army print on the pole it's a purple, while my dad's is green navy. I had mine custom made I refused to have a pink pole.

"Wouldn't  have to tell Mom and Nate about it. We could have showed them instead." I grumbled, loud enough so he could hear. He did.

 I heard his throaty chuckle and felt him ruffle my hair where my snapback once was. I just straightened my hair and gave my father a stern look which was answered with another chuckle and snatched my cap back, placing it where it once was.

  When we got to the car I climbed straight into the front seat where I slammed my door and immediately put on my seat belt.

 *Demetri POV*

 I saw  my  little baby  hop  into  the  front  seat  with  a  pout on  her  face. I  think  she wants  that  pout to be a scowl and a heated look so I'm not going to say anything about that, but dang do I see a lot of me in her.

I love my baby girl and even though she has tomboy ways she will always be my baby girl... Daddy's little girl.

   When I got  into  the front seat and buckled up, I cast Callabug a glance she wouldn't meet my eye so I started up the car and  started singing "My Girl" by the Temptations in spanish. That's sort of our song that we have together and I could  see that the song  wasn't working so I asked her:

"I can't stand to see my Callabug mad at me. What do I need to do to please my hija?" I finished it off saying my daughter.

 I wasn't going to miss the small smile I see forming onto my baby girls face everytime I spoke in Spanish to her. Turning, knowing that I would see it did wonders for me but seeing that smile and twinkle in her eyes when she looked at me I know I did something right.

She gets her eyes from mi madre, Maria. They're not native brown like everyone else in the family, but a bright ice mountain blue.

I know when she gets of age and stop thinking of boys as punching bags and competitors; more of a future significant other I will have a problem. My Callabug is gonna be a heart-breaker.

Now Nate he takes after me. Meaning he already has girls fawning all over him, but he's still to young to be thinking about girls; he's too busy distracting Callabug from the little boys around the block. Therefore, he has no time for girls and still thinks of them as 'buds that wear studs'.

 He made that up.

Either way it's fine with me both of my children aren't thinking about the oppositte  yet so I'm happy.

  I was about to tell her I love her when I heard tires squealing and my baby's scream.

I only acted on instinct when I quickly covered Callaway from any glass that I could catch with my body instead of hers and a potential kill from the air bag in the passenger seat.

After all she's only nine years old.

I guess I didn't feel how bad I was. All I had to do was make sure my baby was safe. After I kissed her forehead I told her to wake up for me and don't go to sleep until help comes.

 She told me she couldn't so I told her to count backwards from one hundred to one in Spanish to keep her focused only on that, so she wouldn't focus on me fading away...

 "I love you, Callabug. Tenga cuidado de ellos(take care of them)."