A/N: I do not own Jessie, I only own Jen/Destiny, Dean, Syrah, and Carlie
I just stare at him. How did he get a job here? Maybe dad remembered him and gave him a job... damn.
"Destiny." I say as I stare up at him.
"Well Destiny, unless you are working here, which I doubt, you should probably go find your parents." He says to me as he bends down to my stupidly short height.
"Mama and daddy walk off." I say to him. I need a way for him to know I'm Jen... but how?
"I had a friend whose parents always left her. Who are your parents?" he asks me. I think for a second, in my three year old way will I be able to tell him it is me?
"Morgan and Christina." I say.
"Ahh, I'll page your dad." He says as he stands up, "How old are you Destiny?" he asks me curiously as he pages my dad.
"Three, I am three Moon." I say in the best way I would have. All of the sudden he stares at me for a second. I believe he won't realize it but all of the sudden realization lights up his eyes.
"Jen?" he whispers to himself as my dad and mom quickly walk over.
"Destiny! You can't run off like that!" Mom scolds me as she picks up off the ground.
"Thanks Dean." Dad says. Dean nods as they walk away with me. I look over moms shoulder at Dean and watches us walk away with sad and curious eyes. He now knows who I am. Well at least he does. I wouldn't be able to survive if nobody did. Well I would, it would just be very annoying.
I looked but up at mom. She was talking to my dad who was apparently making arrangements for the jet. She looked worried.
"Mama." I say.
"Hm?" she asks as she bounces me up higher on her hip.
"I found shiny." I say as I open my hand which holds the penny.
"You found a penny Dest." She corrects me as she eyes the penny with distaste.
"It's my shiny penny." I say knowing the look. I close my hand around it again.
"Destiny, how about you give daddy the penny to hold onto for you?" she asks. She and dad share a look before I give it to dad.
They continue to walk off the set and getting inside a limo, "Dest, we're going home now." Mom says to me in a baby voice. I still hate that voice.
I nod and climb out of the seat belt she had put me in, since it didn't have a car seat, and onto her lap, "Dest, stay in the seat belt." Dad mock scolds me. I know he doesn't really care as long as I don't get hurt. I use to do this all the time.
"No." I say playfully as I hide my face against moms dress clad stomach. I feel myself being picked up off of her and then placed on her lap facing forwards. Then she pulls the best back around both of us so I'm still in it.
"There." She sighs and hugs me. "Why are you so difficult?" she asks me but more herself.
"Not difficult." I respond. I know she would roll her eyes at that. But who cares? Cause I'm a kid and I really don't care.
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