Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious nor do I own the orginal character in this story. I borrowed the first paragraph from the very tallented FORATHOUSANDYEARS.

How could he? How could he just smile like that to her? Mine and MY MOTHERS smile to someone else. I stomped my feet following behind him watching as his combat boots hit the ground and came to a stop at his car. I glared at him as he put the bags in the trunk and shut it before picking me up. I turned my head not stairing at him as he opened the back door and put me in the carseat and buckling me up. I watched as he took the buggy back to the cart-holder-thingy and in the process screaming and kicking the seat. He turned around and looked at me weird before running back and opening the door.

'Are you okay? Are you hurt?' He asked as I pushed him back just a little, not so much-Daddys to strong.

'No...And NO!' I shouted before kicking him in the leg as he laughed.

'That didnt hurt'

'Want me to make it HURT!' I shouted as he shut the door and muttered 'Jade' under his breathe. Mommy, I want my mommy right now.

'What is wrong Nevaeh?' He asked with a sigh starting up the car.

'You...You...You smiled mine and mommys smile to some other WOMAN! What is wrong with you?' I yelled. He sighed and looked at me through the mirror.

'Daddy's sorry...' He said.

'Not good enough! Your grounded!' I said looking out the window with a smirk.

Daddy's tone was firm but also gentle as he placed his arms around me and looked into my eyes.

"Nevaeh," he said gently, "In our family we don't do that."

"Candy told me everyone does," I said.

"Candy's wrong. It's not okay to talk like that sweetheart. It's okay to talk about how you feel but not the way you did. We don't punish to get our feelings across or for any reason. The same way mommy and I don't do that to you it's not okay for you to do that either."

"BUT YOU SMILED AT SOME OTHER WOMAN," I yelled.

He stroked my hair with his fingers while still placing one arm around my shoulder.

"That's a polite way to interact with a person," Daddy said, "The smile doesn't mean that I feel anything for her that I feel for you and mommy. It's just a way of saying, "hi" to her"

"Oh," I said, "But then what do I do if I'm mad"

"It's okay to say you're mad or to stomp your feet or to punch a pillow or to get rough with your dolls or to tell mommy and daddy why you're mad and we can make you feel better"

"I'm sorry if I was mean to you," I told daddy.

He kissed my forehead.

"You weren't mean," he said, "You're a child. Children don't always know how to act. That's why there are adults. Now how about an ice cream before we get home"

"YAY," I said

Daddy laughed

"What's funny," I asked him

"Normally you sound like your mom. For a second there you sounded like your aunt Cat"