Bonus 2

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"It's good to see you here, last time you were here you were six months pregnant," The interviewer told Lorraine who was sitting in front of him, her one leg elegantly resting on the other as she smiled.

"I was." She answered.

"You were cranky because you couldn't have margaritas." He joked and the audience laughed.

"Oh, so cranky." Lorraine played along. "It was so annoying. And I was up for an Oscar. I had to do all of that without drinking."

The interviewer laughed at the end sentence, nodding his head. "It's impossible." He said.

"It is quite, yeah." She agreed.

"How old is she now?" He asked.

"She's now three and a half."

"So is she sleeping through the night? Like or Jimin has to carry her around to make her sleep?"

She laughed, covering her mouth with her hand as the audience started shouting at the name of Jimin.

"He'd usually carry her around but she's a sweet girl so we don't have to crack our heads to make her sleep."

"Of course she's a sweet girl. Who's her more favorite, mommy or daddy?"

Lorraine snorted. "You know the answer," she said, leaning back on the sofa as the audience cheered the answer.

"She's backstage actually." She informed, smiling cheekily.

"Oh, can we bring her here?" The interviewer asked as he looked back to see some men already ushering the little girl towards the stage.

She took small steps towards her mother, her soft like silk brunette locks falling on her shoulder. She got the eyebrows from her father, as well as those plump lips. Though her eyes and nose were a like Lorraine.

The little girl was already used to those cameras and people as it was with her since birth. She adapted it quite nicely. Although, there was a possibility her thoughts might change when she grows up. Lorraine and Jimin will always respect that.

She reached her mother, her big eyes staring up at her.

"Hey, baby!" The interviewer exclaimed as the girl named Effie turned to face the man.

"Hi." She said softly, leaning back on her mother's legs as everyone cooed at her.

"Shall we ask her the question? Effie, who do you like more? Mommy or Daddy?"

Effie thought for a while. "Both!" She jumped while answering.

"That's cute but whose more favorite."

"Daddy." She giggled, clenching her small fists.

Everyone cheered and laughed at her innocence as Lorraine facepalmed.

"I told you." She said.

"Daddy," Effie started with her sweet voice. "Daddy promised to bring me a playhouse back there..."

"You were talking to daddy back there?" Lorraine asked, "On the call?"

"Yes!" Effie chimed while nodding her head, again and again, a bright smile forming across her lips.

"So that's why daddy's favorite." The interviewer chuckled.

"Yeah," Lorraine answered, snaking her arms around Effie's stomach. "Daddy pampers, Mommy scolds."

Everyone laughed as Effie straightened up her small form and looked at Lorraine, asking with her eyes if she could go now.

"Give me a kiss," Lorraine said, smiling cheekily at her daughter.

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