Chapter 73

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ALEXANDRA
FEBRUARY 9TH, 2019.

StormiWorld is today. In a couple of hours to be exact.

H and I got up early this morning to load up Stormi's gift into the vehicle and to also, well... you know.

It's now 13:34, we're supposed to be at the venue around two fifteen. I'm just about done getting ready whilst Harry keeps Scar busy with Bubba in the playroom.

For today's attire, I picked out a Kika grey button-up midi dress and my favourite pair of all white Adidas, hence I'd be running after Scarlett for most of the evening. Funnily enough, H was wearing similar clothes to my own; a loose grey button-up, jeans, and his white sneakers.

To finish of my look, I clasped on my 'Scar' necklace Harry got me for Christmas, tied my hair back in a messy low ponytail, grabbed my mobile phone, and tada! I was ready to go.

"Scarlett Anne Styles, what has Daddy done to you?" I all but wailed, before properly bursting into a fit of laughter when I walked into my daughter's playroom.

Harry and Scarlett stood before me, both casting pitiful looks at each other, my girl reaching out for me to take her into my arms as she whined softly. I was quick to take her into my arms, threading my fingers through her wild hair in my attempt of taming it. Harry huffed the tiniest bit, a cute pout forming on his lips.

"I was trying to fix her hair but she kept moving and saying no!" He voiced, only adding to my laughter as he looked down at our girl intently, his index finger prodding her chubby cheek.

"Daddy's mad at you, kitty girl." He murmured as he leaned down to kiss our unhappy girl's temple, Scarlett grunting and pushing her Daddy's face away from her, tiny fingers cupping around H's face.

"No Dahey. Mad."

At that, Harry peered at me, amusement swimming in his eyes , his lips spreading into a cheeky smile.

"No, Daddy was mad at you first so I win. Oh and Mummy's mine." He hummed, standing up straight and walking out of the playroom.

I couldn't help but laugh loudly at what he had told her daughter, no doubt in my mind doing it to rile her up. Which he did because Scar was anything but pleased.

"No! Mama mine!"

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