Baby Bieber

Chapter Eleven

Nicole POV
-the next day-

"Are you better, Delilah?" I asked the next morning, pressing my hand against her forehead. "Mhm, I'm feeling better." She yawned. Her forehead felt cool and normal. "Mommy? Can I go outside to get wet with the hose?" Delilah asked, rolling out of bed. "No, you just got better from being sick." I replied, getting up from the plush carpet. "But I want to!" Delilah whined, kicking her feet. "You can't, and won't." I said, turning and going downstairs to start breakfast.

I popped whole grain bread in the toaster, and let it toast while I quietly drank my coffee, and took my pill. I spread peanut butter over the warm toast, and put sliced banana on them. I poured milk in cups, and that was breakfast. "Delilah! Breakfast is ready!" I called. Footsteps rushed to the kitchen, and Delilah sat in front of her plate with a slice of banana toast. She munched on it, and slurped up her milk. "Mommy? It's okay that I can't get wet." Delilah said, putting her dishes in the sink.

"Can I play outside?" Delilah asked, wide brown eyes looking up at me. "Okay, be careful." I said, helping her get shoes and a jacket on. As she played, I went to get changed for work. I pulled a gray sweater with a rose decal on it, over a undershirt and bra. I slipped on my brace. I put on black leggings, and my required white sketchers and scrunched socks. I curled my hair, it fell softly over my shoulders. I applied light lipstick, mascara, and concealer. I did my winged eyeliner, and went to get Delilah a nice outfit.

It was a purple and gray striped shirt, with little silver peace signs and hearts scattered on it. I picked a fluffy black sweater, and black leggings. For shoes, cream sneakers. I went outside to get Delilah, and got her dressed. I braided Delilahs wavy brown hair, ribbons braided in them. I packed her lunch, and clipped it on her backpack. I slipped my purse on my arm, and headed to the elevator.

"Hold hands Princess, we are young in the parking lot." I said as we walked out of the lobby. Her small petite hand fit in mine as our feet crunched the gravel. I strapped her in her carseat, carefully shutting the door. I drove to Delilahs school. "Bye mommy, I love you." Delilah said, kissing my cheek and rushing inside to talk to her friends. I went back to the car, and drove to work.

I made sure my makeup and hair was neat, before I walked in the place. There was all girl servers, with skimpy clothes on. They were all serving food and beer to men, and some women. "Are you Nicole?" A chubby, red faced man asked. "Yes." I answered. "I'm Mark, the manager of this place. Follow me back here, I'll give you your uniform." Mark said, leading me to the locker room. He handed me a white, stretchy, Lycra tank top, that read 'hooters' on the front with their logo. There was a pair of orange nylon shorts, everything looked really small.

"I'm supposed to fit in that?" I said, mouth agape. "You have a nice figure, you will. Go change." Mark instructed, showing me the bathroom. I closed the door and took my clothes off. I squeezed in the top, cleavage popping out. Is it supposed to be like that? I slipped in the shorts, that stopped higher than mid thigh. I made sure my hair and makeup were still intact, and folded my clothes and put them in my bag.

"Perfect, it fits you well! Now, here's the deal. You studied everything on the manual, correct?" He said. "Yes." I answered. "Take their orders, bring the tickets to the cooks up there. Be polite, and smile. Always, when a couple is at a booth, stand closer to the woman. Clear?" Mark said sharply. "Yes, Perfectly clear." I said, and went back in the dining room. I had my tables assigned, and went to the first one.

It was a booth filled with a bunch of college guys, typical. "Welcome to Hooters, what would you like?" I said, smile plastered on my face. "You." One of them winked, and high fives the others. "Nice. What would you like?" I asked again, irritated. "Six Beers, and Eight plates of hot wings." One with swishy black hair, and herb green eyes. "Anything else?" I asked, the shook their heads. I nodded, and tore their ticket off of the pad.