Bonus Chapter - Daddy's Little Girl

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1.)  Have y’all notice August accent gets stronger depending on who he’s around? Them videos with him and Muk from yesterday – Jesus his accent is strong. “Vriew” ?

 

2.)I have been stalling farreal on writing the last chapter. I be feeling like I’m Amb and if I end the story my relationship with Aug ends. (tear )

 

3.)A little Trivia. In regards to the last bonus chapter – what Mel tells Aug, Aug tells Amber one part of that exact conversation. Who knows what chapter or part that’s from?

 

4.)Before y’all start being auto-correct. The words are purposely misspelled to resemble that of a small child.

 

5.)Give me more feedback on these bonus chapters y’all, I want to know if they’re worth it.

 

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AMBER P.O.V. –

“Daddy why you and mommy yelling at each other?” My little eyes looked between my mother and father who were arguing in their room about something I couldn’t comprehend.

“We just talking Munch. Gone in your room.” He stood with his hands on his hips, tears came from my mother’s face as she made up their bed.

“But I heard you yelling. Loud daddy.”

“Munch, gone in there with Rell. I got to finish talking to your mama.”

“But I don’t wanna. I want to watch Cinderella!” I jumped up and down excited.

“We’ll do it later.” He shooed me.

“No! I wanna do it now!” I shouted.

“Durrell!” My father called in the hallway. “Durrell!”

“Where is that boy?” My father brushed passed me looking in the house for Durrell.

I jumped up on my mother’s bed and laid in the middle of it.

“Amber I’m trying to make up this bed. Go in your room now. You heard your daddy.” She wiped her eyes.

“Why you cry mommy?” I crawled on the bed towards her.

She broke down and sat down cover her face. I sat on her lap. “Why you cry mommy?”

“Daddy leaving and it’s just making me sad.” She wrapped her arms around me.

“Where he going?”

My dad rushed in.

“You told Durrell he could leave?” My father asked my mother.

“No I didn’t.”

“That boy don’t never listen. I’mma get em real good when he get back.”

“Daddy where you going?” I looked at my dad.

Him and my mother shared a look I couldn’t read.

“Let’s go watch Cinderella Munch.” He motioned for me to come to him.

“Yay!” I screamed loud and jumped off of my mother’s lap, running towards my dad. He scooped me up in his arms, put me on his shoulders and carried me into the basement. Which he called his mancave. No one was aloud down here. He told me only special people.

“Only special people come down here daddy. I special today?”

“You better believe it.” He flipped on the light and walked me down the stairs. He pointed to the couch and eagerly sat down. Awaiting him to turn on the movie.

He popped in the videotape, then sat down and pulled me on his lap.

“I wanna pwince.” I looked at my daddy and kicked my feet.

“You don’t worry about no prince. I’m your only prince.”

“But not when I get married. I have to have anotha pwince.”

“Nah, nah. You don’t need no other prince. I’m prince enough.”

“No! He’s gonna be tall.” I counted the list of things my prince had to have on my fingers

“Tall?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“And he…he…he gon have a lot of money.”

“So you a golddigger now?”

“What’s uh old dooger?” I laughed. “I’m not an ol dooger daddy.”

“That’s what it’s sounding like to me.”

“Unh-unh.” I giggled. “My pwince…my pwince gon be able to do magic.”

“Magic?”

“Yes daddy. Scary magic. Like Oo-doo” I giggled in his lap and rolled around.

“Like Voodoo? Nah he ain’t gon do Voodoo, cause I’mma do Voodoo and make him disappear.”

“Unh-unh, cause he gon be big and strong and he gon fight you.”

“Not your own daddy Munch.”

“Yup, if you try to beat him up.”

“Enough about this prince, the movie starting.” He turned the volume up.

I sat on his lap and we watched the entire movie together. Laughing and reciting lines.

“Daddy if you leave we not gon be able to watch Cinderella no mo.” I said as the movie was ending looking sad.

My dad was quiet.

I looked at him.

“Where you going daddy?”

He didn’t respond. He just looked at me.

“You go away for a lotta bit of time or a little bit of time?”

“Lotta bit of time Munch.”

“Why come?”

“Cause I got to get your carriage ready.”

“My carriage!?” I stood up on the couch bright-eyed thinking about it.

“Yup. And gotta make sure they make your dress.” He playfully pulled on my onesie.

“It’s gonna be pretty like Cinderella’s?” I held my finger in my mouth.

“Only the best for my Munch.” He grabbed my waist and hugged me as I stood up on the couch.

“I got to make sure you get some glass slippers that fit.” He tickled my feet and I squealed and fell on his lap.

“You gon bring the stuff to me?”

“Of course. When I get back. And we gon have a huge ball.”

“Yay! Like Cinderella daddy?”

“Better!” He held me in the air. “Cause we black folks, we got rhythm. Cinderella white.”

We both laughed.

He pulled me off the couch and held me like we were ballroom dancing.

“We ain’t gon have none of that rich white folks music at our ball. Where we dancing all like this.” He whirled me around properly like  we were ballroom dancing at a formal dance.

“Naw Munch. We gon throw in some Marvin Gaye.” He started doing the funky Chicken and I laughed at how silly he looked and copied him.

“We gon have some Isley Brothers. Some Funkadelic. Some Sam Cooke. Some Stevie. We gon have a soul ball.”  He started doing all these old school dances.

“Soul ball? There ain’t no soul ball daddy.” I giggled jumping up and down.

“Yes it is cause I’m gon make it one.”

“But what’s going to be our big song. We need a song daddy?”

He turned on Jackson 5- With A Child’s heart.

And got on his knees to reach my height and pulled me close and danced with me. We both imagined we were at a ball. I felt his tears on my onesie.

“Why you cry daddy?”

“Cause it’s gon be hard for me to be away from you Munch.”

“But daddy you coming back so don’t cry.” I patted his head. “You coming back right?”

He just shook his head, then he finally said.

“I love you Munch and don’t you ever forget that.” He stopped and looked at me.

“I won’t daddy. You my pwince. I can’t forget my pwince.” I jumped up in excitement.

“Don’t you ever let no other prince take my place you hear me?” He held out his finger for us to pinky swear.

“Promise.” I shook his pinky.

He hugged me tight and kissed my cheek.

“I love you daddy.”

“Love you too Munch. Love you too.”

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