Miss Stylinson (COMPLETED)

Chapter 33

-Penelope's P.O.V

I had homeschooling today, so I woke up early and met Daddy in the kitchen with Cara.

"Good morning," He said. "Papa's in the shower. So, we're going to keep Cara with us until he's done getting ready. Come eat," He placed a plate of breakfast on the table, and so I went and ate quickly. When I was done, we went to our classroom and I sat down at the small desk. Cara was being held in one arm. I rested my cheek on my arm as I watched him write some math on the whiteboard. I yawned and closed my eyes unintentionally. "Hey," I shot up and looked ahead.

"Huh?"

"I'm not doing this for my own health," I groaned. 

"I'm tired,"

"Sleep later," I sighed and wrote down what I had to write down.

About an hour later, Papa came in and went over to Daddy, taking my sister. I was still just as tired, so as he spoke to my dad for a few minutes, I shut my eyes on my desk again.

"Wake up, Penelope," Papa said before walking out.

"Come on, Pen," Daddy said. I sat up. "You can sleep later," I sighed and managed to stay awake the rest of the day.

After homeschool, Daddy and I walked out into the living room to see Papa on the phone. He waved for me to come over, so I did and sat next to him.

"I'd have to talk to her. Can I call you back in a little bit?" He nodded. "Okay, yeah. Thank you. Bye," he hung up and looked at me. "So that was your manager. He called me and asked if you would go to a meeting this Thursday to talk about a gig,"

"What gig?" I asked, curious.

"Not sure. He just asked if you'd be interested," I nodded my head.

"Well yeah. What time? Cause I have school,"

"You can do school later," daddy raised his eyebrow.

"Mr. Jackson said he wouldn't interfere with her school. Cal him back and tell him we'll go at four,"

"Alright. Will do," he called him back and told him the news. I smiled.

"My life is coming together," he laughed lightly.

"At 13," I nodded.

"Almost 14," he nodded again.

"Yes, almost 14,"

That night I was sitting at the dining room table with my parents and sister. She was sitting on Papa's lap, who sat at the head of the table. I sat across from Daddy.

As my parents talked, I played around with my food, poking it with my fork. I just wasn't that hungry, to be completely honest. Nothing was wrong, I just wasn't hungry.

"Dad?" I said. The conversation was paused so he could answer me. "Can I save this for later? I'm not really hungry," he put his fork down after putting a piece of chicken in his mouth.

"Yeah, is everything alright?" I nodded. "Are you sure?"

"I don't know why, but I'm just not hungry. I'm not upset or anything. Just not hungry,"

"Yeah. Go wrap it up or something and put it in the fridge. If you're hungry later, I'd rather you eat that than a snack or something,"

"Will do," I got up and did as told, sitting back at the table. "Hi Cara," I grinned and waved. She was sucking on her fingers, just looking around. She looked up at Papa, causing him to look down at her.

"Hi," he kissed her head.

"She's so cute," I gushed. He laughed.

"She is, isn't she?" I nodded. She looked over at Daddy next, turning her head. He smiled and waved at her.

"Hi, baby girl. How are you sweetheart? Good?" She smiled the smallest, toothless grin. We'll considering she was barely a week old, it was hard to tell what it was but it was still cute. "Look at that. Smiling? For me?" She yawned lightly. "Tired Baby?" She gripped Papa's shirt, putting it in her mouth. "I love you," she began to whimper and fuss.

"What's wrong baby girl?" Papa asked. She then began to cry out of nowhere. "Shh," He cooed, holding her close to him, his lips on top of her head. "Sh it's alright," she still cried so he got up and walked out of the room.

"Dirty diaper probably," Daddy said.

"Yeah, probably,"

A few days later, that Thursday, my parents, sister and I were in the car, heading to my meeting. My sister was in such a bad mood and the car was full of her whining and crying. I scooted over so I was next to her.

"Cara, why are you crying lil sis? It's a good day today," she whimpered. "Caroline Elise Tomlinson. If you don't stop crying, I'll tickle you," She screeched and looked at Papa in the passenger seat. He turned around to look at her. "Can I take her out of her-" Daddy cut me off.

"No. That's dangerous, Penelope. We'll be there in five minutes," 

Once we got there, Papa immediately got Cara out, holding her in one arm as Daddy carried the car seat inside. She was still crying, just not as much. On the elevator, she let out a whimper, grabbing my Papa's shirt.

"Sh you're alright," He cooed as we made our way to Mr. Jackson's door. I knocked gently. He opened it with a big smile.

"Good evening. How are you?" He asked, letting us in. 

"We're good," Daddy said smiling. "We've got a whiny baby and couldn't find a babysitter, so," He shrugged.

"That's quite alright. Congratulations to the new edition," 

"Thank you," Papa grinned as we took a seat. "Isn't she lovely?" Mr. Jackson grinned. 

"She is," He reached under his desk and pulled out a pink bag. Papa and Daddy smiled.

"You didn't have to," Daddy said. He objected and just told my parents to accept it. They opened it and all it was were a few bibs, a stuffed puppy, and a pair of sparkly shoes. "Thank you so much," 

The conversation turned back to me. 

"So. I have a question. Do you know Ed Sheeran?" I nodded.

"Yeah, he's one of their friends," I said and gestured to my dads. 

"Well, he was planning on going on tour again and was wondering if any young person would like to perhaps, open for him. And I suggested to you because first, you're amazing, but also, he knows you guys," I gasped. 

"Yes! Yes! Dad, Papa, please!"

"Yeah, I don't see why not. It would be good for you, Penelope," Papa said. I looked at Daddy who gave a nod. I gasped and turned back to Mr. Jackson. 

"Yes. I'll do it," He smiled and nodded, picking up his phone. He called Ed's team and put it on speaker. 

"She's in. Email me with details so I can forward them to her parents?" 

"Absolutely. Not an issue," With that, they talked a little then hung up. 

"Congratulations, Penelope. You've got it,"