Bad Timing Pt. 3
She squealed and pointed to herself, “Hele.” She pointed at my dad, “Dada.” He looked from me to her. She stomped her foot, “Dada!” He picked her up, “Hello my princess. Daddy has wanted to meet you for so long.” She giggled and popped to mom. She studied her, “Pwetty.” She said, “Not as pretty as you.” The little me giggled. I said, “I’ll take her outside…. you guys...talk and figure things out.” I whispered to Aiden, “group branakes fealish. Mila own sirde to act da custody. Meself’m mil’d actin with point. Point mila owcan mil’d mils me meself uncecanbe sixteen (they know fealish. Tell him you want to do a split custody thing. I'm sure he'd be more than happy with that. This him didn't think he'd see his me until I was sixteen).” Aiden smiled and nodded to me.
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