Disclaimer: Nothing changed in the last few days. I still don't own Sonny With A Chance or anything you may recognize that doesn't belong to a thirteen-year-old girl. I only own Demi and Gordon.
Author's Note: Okay, I FINALLY got my Internet back. So, it wasn't Frontier's fault that some moron stole some cable, but they didn't get the problem fixed soon enough; I could have DIED from Internet deprivation over like five days. I wrote up to chapter ten, but it may be a while until I get them because they need MAJOR editing (grammar, spelling, format, etc.). This chapter is shorter than the last. Also, I had to change "several weeks" in the last chapter to "a few days" because I asked my mom how long stitches were in and she told me about two weeks, so I had to change it.
Thank you so much for the reviews! Here is the second chapter, still in Sonny's point of view.
Chad parked in front of my SUV. I opened the door and got out. I hadn't noticed that he got out after I opened the door; he was unbuckling Demi from her car seat. I smiled as I watched him gently lift her up into his arms and she wrapped her little arms around his neck.
"Do I call you 'Daddy?"' Demi asked with a small voice.
Chad smiled at her, "If you want to, you can."
"I'm gonna call you 'Daddy' then, Daddy."
"I'd like that."
I walked up the stairs, smiling, and unlocked the door. Chad followed behind me with Demi in his arms. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a pink cup of Demi's that was decorated with Barbie. I walked over to the refrigerator; I grabbed a jug of apple juice. I walked back over to the counter with it. I filled the cup up and put the jug back where it belonged. I walked into the living room where Demi was showing Chad all of her Barbie dolls, telling him their names and everything. I sat down on the floor with them and placed the cup on the floor. When she realized that it was there, she stopped what she was doing and greedily drank the contents of the cup. After taking a long drink of it, she continued where she left off. When she finished, she looked up at Chad, "Are you and Momma in love, Daddy?"
He glanced at me and I glanced back. We both looked back at her and he answered very confidently, "Yes, we're in love."
"How come you aren't sucking each other's faces?"
Chad and I had to laugh at that. I replied to her question, "Do you want us to?"
She shook her head no, "Ew! That's gross! Isn't that what grown-ups do when they're in love?"
"Sometimes, Demi," Chad answered, "But not all of the time."
"Why do they do it?"
"It's just something we do."
"I'm tired, Momma."
"You want to go to bed?" I asked her.
She nodded.
"All right, let's go get you cleaned up and ready for bed."
We stood up and I took her hand; before climbing up the stairs, I called back to Chad, "Just make yourself at home."
He came into the hallway and looked up at me as I stood on the fifth stair, "Do you want to help you, Sonny?"
"You don't have to."
"You could use some help with lifting her up," He started up the stairs behind me. He scooped Demi up in his arms and placed her up on his shoulders. He ran up the stairs childishly; I followed him, playing along. Chad ran down the hall and ran back up it. He ran into the bathroom once he realized which room it was. I walked in after
him. He sat her down on the top toilet seat.
"You ready to get a bath?" He asked.
"I guess."
I laughed at my daughter's reply. I left the bathroom, went to her room, grabbed a pair of pajamas, underwear, and socks, went to the linen closet, grabbed towels, and walked back to the bathroom. I set them on the back of the toilet. I turned the bath water on; and when it got warm, I pushed the plug underneath the faucet down. After about fifteen minutes, Chad and I had managed to bathe Demi, but somehow the two of us ended up covered in soap and water.
Once we got Demi to brush her teeth and use the potty one last time for the night, we tucked her into bed. I kissed her forehead and started to leave the room when I realized that Chad was still by Demi's bed. I listened and watched carefully to what he was saying and doing.
"Good night, Demi," Chad told her softly.
"Daddy?" She asked, her voice tiny.
"Yeah?"
"Are you still going to be here in the morning?"
"I'll be back over in the morning for sure."
"Good night, Daddy."
"Good night," He was smiling. He brushed a hand through her brown hair and kissed her on the forehead.
He stood up and walked over to where I was. He stood in the doorway with me after turning the light off, watching our little girl as she went to sleep. He placed his lips onto mine and his tongue entered my mouth. I let out a moan before releasing, "Let's take this somewhere else so we don't wake her up."
"All right," He replied. He lifted me up, holding me by the legs. I wrapped my arms around his neck. He carried me down the stairs while we still kissed. He sat me down on the couch, plopping down next to me afterwards. We continued our lip lock. After about an hour, he finally insisted that we go up into my room. I immediately agreed. Then, one thing lead to another…
Author's Note: Darn, those two don't waste time. Anyway, thank you for reading. Reviews are much appreciated. They get me motivated to stop being lazy and get the next chapter up as soon as I possibly can.
