Chapter Twenty-One

Robert's POV:

We could hear Ella's cries from her crib, she doesn't know but we do have a baby monitor in her room, it's just hidden so she won't know we keep an eye on her the whole time. We heard her cry, and whine, she even called us few times before she finally fell asleep, with slight snoring being heard.

"She been acting up much?" I ask my wife who just sighs.

"Honestly, yes, yesterday and today were the worst," my wife says This is news to me.

"Didn't you punish her, Kennedy?" I ask with a raised brow.

"I gave her few swats on her diapered bum and a time out in her playpen," my wife replies.

"Ken, you know and we agreed on punishing her when she misbehaves," I say, my wife wouldn't want to punish her, but she can't keep acting out when I'm busy at work.

"Hey, I did punish her!" Kennedy replies defending herself.

"With timeout and a couple of swats, Ken she needs a proper spanking with how bad she's been acting," I say, I only saw her last outburst around bedtime, and that was bad enough.

"Fine, fine, you can spank her if she misbehaves again," she says with a big pout that reminds me so much of Ella.

"No, when she does, you'll punish her and she'll learn to respect you while I'm at work," I tell her in a firm voice. She just nods her head. We just cuddle and go to sleep.

I woke up next to my wife. The baby monitor was still quiet, meaning the baby was still asleep. I went to wake Ella up. Today she had work. If she didn't want to go, then that was okay with me. But I'd have to wake her up and offer her a ride.

She hints at being woken up, followed by a pout when seeing me, and finally reaching up wanting out of her crib. I pick her up, cooing at the pouty little this morning. I move her to her changing table to get her ready for the day.

"Good morning, little bug," I say, taking her pjs off and changing her wet diaper. I was about to set a new one on her when she started to whine and move around.

"Settle, Ella," I say in a firm voice.

"No diaper. Work today," she says pouting.

"You can't go without anything Ella, we don't want to repeat last time accidents," I say in a soft voice, making her pout. She blushed away and was about to let me diaper her, but I wasn't that cruel.

"Okay, little one. Let's try pull-ups, okay?" I ask her, making her happy. She nodded her head quickly.

I dress her quickly in a pull up and her skirt on top along with high knee socks, I brushed her hair and styled it for her, before adding shoes to her feet. Now she's ready to go, I held her hand while going down for breakfast. Big or small, she was still set in her highchair. My wife came in, kissed the little bug's head, and got her breakfast.

"I'm done, Daddy," I heard her say, but I ignored her. She knew she was gonna stay in her place until we are done eating. She whined about being ignored, but when that, too, was ignored, she moved to a new technique: just talking with us.

"Mama, I wuv your hair," she says in a happy tone.

"Thank you, little one," my wife replies with a smile, that only got Ella far enough but not as far as she expected.

She was only lifted off her highchair after I cleaned her face, making sure it was clean. I set her on her feet and checked her pull ups. They were still dry.

"Daddy!" she says in shock.

"Just checking. Let's go take you potty before we leave," I say, holding her hand again and walking her toward the bathroom, I lifted her skirt and pulled her pull-ups down, she blushed and mumbled she can do it.

"No little girls get Daddy's help," I tell her before sitting her on the toilet seat.

She blushed, but I stayed put until she finally gave up and did her business, when she was done, I picked her up and wiped her little kitty clean. She was blushing red when we washed our hands before leaving the house to the car and to her work.