Poison Ivy

Ivy 45

August(Yungin)POV:

"Are you ready?" I ask Liyah. She walks in the living room with her shoes in her hand. I frown.

"You straightened your hair?"

"Yes. Mommy taught me how."

"Aren't you afraid of burning yourself?"

"Mommy says everyone has burned themselves, so it's not a big deal." She puts on her shoes. I frown. What the fuck? She grabs the gift she got Mani back home and we leave.

"I'm so excited. I can't believe you had a baby with Rita. I thought you said you are friends."

I sigh. I can't wait for Mani to grow up. Hopefully he won't be like this. Liyah asks too many difficult questions.

"We are friends."

"Friends have sex with-"

I glare at her and she quickly looks elsewhere. "Sorry."

I roll my eyes and continue driving.

"Are you mad at me?"

I sigh. "No, just stop asking me those kind of questions. It's pretty uncomfortable having that kind of conversation with my 8 year old daughter."

"Nine"

"You are still eight."

"Can we talk about my party?"

"You know, when I was growing up, I didn't have a party every year. If I even got a cake I was lucky."

"Well I'm not you, daddy and I'm sorry that you didn't get parties, but you also told me you don't want me growing up how you did."

I roll my eyes. "Do you have to always remember everything I say?"

She smiles. "I'm smart. So? Can we talk about it?"

"Sure."

"So, I want have a sleepover-"

"No."

"Not at the house, a hotel-"

"Definitely NOT. Next idea."

She pouts and sits back, folding her arms. "I don't have other ideas."

"Baby, you are my daughter. I know you probably have about five ideas in your head."

She smiles. "Ok, I only had two, this is the last one."

I raise my eyebrow at her.

"Disneyland."

"What?"

"Disneyland. You take my friends to Disneyland."

"Right. You think I'm a fool? I take y'all to Disneyland and we leave the next day, meaning you get that stupid sleepover you want."

"Its not stupid and if you didn't want to make me a party you could have just said so. No need to be mean about it." She rolls her eyes. I raise my eyebrow.

"Lose that attitude, Aaliyah. And if I didn't want to throw you a party, I wouldn't have bothered with listening to your ideas."

"Whatever, I'll ask my mama. You didn't want to anyways."

"I said lose that attitude, before I slap some sense into you."

"I wouldn't have an attitude if you were not being MEAN."

"And when was I-"

"YOU CALLED MY IDEAS STUDIP!" She takes a deep breath. "I said, it's fine. I'll ask my mommy."