Chapter Twenty

Ella's POV:

I didn't like it when Daddy wasn't here, Mommy had to work, and I had to play alone, I didn't want to play alone. I wanted to play with Mommy and Daddy and go out with them, maybe go to the park and play with Henry again.

But no I couldn't do that, I had to stay home with Mommy, our day wasn't very good going, Mommy ended up punishing me with a timeout. I didn't appreciate the punishment but at least it wasn't a spanking I don't like those at all. Mommy gave me a hug and told me it's all over, we sat together and watched TV with me cuddled against her chest with a pace stuck in my mouth.

We had our dinner together with Daddy still not here, I pouted wanted him back, she tried to give me a bath but I fought her wanting Daddy back. That only earned me a slap on the bum and an order to get in the bath, I went there and she washed me, my body, and hair.

Finally, after she was done and I was dressed in a onesie and diaper ready for bed, I didn't want to sleep, Daddy would always read to me before bedtime.

"Why are you fighting me, Ella?" she asks me.

"Daddy read for me," I replied. I wanted to stay up and wait for him to make it home and read for me.

"How about I read for you baby?" she asks.

"Nu-uh, Daddy!" I say with a big pout, I'm not sleeping without Daddy.

"Ella, you can't stay up, baby. You need to sleep," she tells me, giving me a hug and pulling me into her lap.

"Nu sweep," I say yawning. She nodded her head and pulled me closer to her chest, I placed my head on her chest and closed my eyes for one second while waiting for Daddy. My eyes fell closed one time, but I opened them up right away again, not wanting to sleep. Mama got some music on her phone and let it play in the background.

I didn't sleep. I couldn't fall asleep without Daddy. I refused to, but when I woke up in the bed, Daddy was there next to me, hugging me close to him. I smiled wide at that and jumped up in bed giving him a hug, he smiled at me and pulled me close to his chest kissing my nose.

"Good morning, bug," he says in his sleepy voice.

"Mowning, Dada," I reply feeling extremely small right now.

"Let's get this princess ready for today," he said before taking me to the nursery, changing my wet diaper while I babbled to him all about my day yesterday, skipping the part where mama had to punish me.

He got me dressed in a skirt and onesie as usual before brushing my hair, teeth and handed me over to mama for my morning cuddles. I moved to her lap and babbled to her all about Daddy, and our morning together, she just smiled and cooed at me. She said we have to get breakfast, I got closer to her sucking on her shirt until she got the idea, took her shirt off, and gave me access, I had my eyes closed by the time I was done.

But meanie mama and Dada woke me up and said I can't sleep now, it's still too early for my nap time. I was moved down to the kitchen, strapped in with my stuffy while they had their breakfast, Daddy did give me a few bites of his and even a couple of sips of his orange juice.

"Now my pretty bug, be a good girl for Mommy while I go to work," he says and I start crying right away, I don't want him to go and leave me here alone.

"DADAAAAAA!" I cry out, wanting him back.

"Ella, shush, don't yell," he says in a firm voice still leaving me stuck in the highchair.

"No weave DADA," I say with tears flowing down my face.

"Shush, baby Ella. Breathe. Daddy needs to go to work, but he'll be back later tonight, okay?" he says in a firm voice before he left the house.

I became very fussy the whole day. I was not having a good day. I was extremely fussy and not wanting to cooperate with Mommy. I was struggling, whining, and throwing a fit at almost everything, I didn't even notice Daddy got home.

"What's this about Ella? Didn't we have a talk this morning about being a good girl?" I hear Daddy's voice making me freeze, we were in my room with me sitting on the floor crying.

I whine loudly and pout at Daddy. "B-but Daddy..." I had no excuse. I have just been feeling very fussy today, I didn't want to go to bed even though I knew it was past my bedtime.

"No but Ella, let's go bedtime, now," he says in a very firm voice lifting me toward my crib for bedtime. He set me in the crib with me whining but he ignored it, he kissed the top of my head before leaving me to sleep. I cried a bit more before falling asleep mad at both mama and Dada.