D for Depression [Mature]

Chapter 30: Little Brat

Jackson's POV

Babypink nail polish, slender long legs, an adorable tiny ring on her fourth toe. Daphne stands on top of me, bare feet stepping on my own, right above my black leather boots. Her hands are circling my waist, head resting on my shoulder, occasionally peeking up, smiling at me.

The elevator moves slowly, bringing us to the lobby of her friend's apartment building. As soon as the bell signals our stop, she reluctant peers at the ground, studding it as if it's going to open up and swallow her. Her doe eyes, find mine once again, a pleading puppyish look on her face and I chuckle lightly, before I wrap my arms around her thighs picking her up.

Another thing I learn for her tonight, she becomes a brat when she is drunk. An adorable, sexy, little brat.

The image of her slim figure, jumping on her bare feet, right when she felt the ground, will stay forever in my head. Just imagine a pair of parents, dragging their toddlers around the house to get them ready for school. There was whining and running, basically tugging on everything to stay away from the elevator. She didn't want to change her outfit but couldn't wear the heels from before.

Then there was Josh who she insisted to hug, until he started throwing up everywhere. And all that just before she made up her mind, sitting on the ground, denying on going pretty much anywhere. Zoey had already given up, considering the fact she had to take care of her drunk roommate too, leaving just me and my toddler.

After debating for a while, I made my decision, following the most familiar route to me.

Blackmail.

It took only one sentence, (''I'm leaving'') for her to clutch on me like a baby, her whole body hugging my leg, begging me not to go. After a few crocodile tears, she finally admitted in a delirium of slur words, that she didn't want to step on the floor because her feet would get dirty and there is nothing, she hates more than dirty paws (yes she said paws), and real furs.

The last one was just extra information.

Which explains, why I'm carrying her over my shoulder, listening to her giggles, all the way to my car.

A moment of silence passes by, right before I unlock it and then her hand comes in contact with my ass.

''Hey!''

''Nice butt daddy.'' She says chuckling.

Stopping abruptly, I pretend to let her body fall backwards, a yelp coming off her lips in the process. Tugging on my shoulders, she fights to stay up, her feet bending in every way possible to not touch the ground.

''Say sorry.'

Ignoring my words, she keeps moving for a while, until the big round shape of her eyes pierces mine and she is too tired to fight.

''Sorry.'' She mumbles.

Moving forward, I open the door putting her slender body inside, but not before I kiss her head whispering a simple ''Thank you.''

And by the time I get myself in the car, she has already forgotten about it, too busy fighting with the seatbelt.

''Bad belt. Bad.'' She keeps repeating, stretching the object and failing miserably.

My laugh is deep and spontaneous, making her smile in my direction, while I secure the seatbelt across her body. Our eyes lock once again and I can't help myself, but whisper.

''You are crazy you know that?''

Her cheeks blossom under my gaze and she rests her head back, peering at me through her long eyelashes.