Someone asked for Bellie finding out she's going to be a big sister. With all of Bellie's language, she might be a little advanced. Forgive me, I tried. Day 78.

"Dada's home! Are we so excited? We're so excited. Maybe he has presents, huh? Let's go see if he has presents."

Arabella nodded, putting a Cheerio in her mouth and holding her hands out to April, who lifted her out of the high chair. "Rents." She rested her head on her mother's shoulder as they headed to the living room.

"Daddy, did you get us presents, today?" she asked, kissing his cheek.

"Yes I did!" he answered, taking the baby from April. He rolled his eyes at his wife. "Can we just give daddy a second to breathe, though? Geez."

"Sorry, she's been saying 'mama big' all day. We can't put it off any more Jackson, I've officially popped too much to hide. I tried for you, babe. But I'm six months. She'll get it. What do you want? I can't just pop her out with no warning."

"Pop. Pop. Pop."

"That's right baby. Mama popped."

"Mama big pop."

"You are way too smart. How did you get so smart?" Jackson asked, tickling her and kissing her cheek. But to April, he said nervously, "She's going to f-r-e-a-k o-u-t…."

"You have to d-e-a-l with it. You're the one that tells me I'm too n-i-c-e." Jackson was petrified to tell Arabella April was pregnant. Even though he was definitely the "bad cop" of the two, she was still his princess, and very spoiled, he couldn't help himself. It was pointless to tell her before now, anyway. But she noticed the tummy, there was no turning back.

"I got your book, and your d-o-l-l, I looked like an idiot on the Barnes & Noble line, tonight."

"I'm sure you just looked like the best dad. Wash up for dinner and then we'll do it. OK? R-e-l-a-x sweetheart." He raised his eyebrows at her, taking his daughter into the bathroom with him to wash up. He wanted to protect her from the pop as long as possible.

"Look Arabella, daddy got you a baby, do you wanna hold your baby?" April passed the doll to her daughter, who was sitting on Jackson's lap. She promptly threw it on the floor.

"No beebee, no."

"Hey, we don't do that to the baby, we treat babies nice and gentle. I didn't throw you on the floor, when you were a baby," Jackson grumbled, picking the doll up and eying April, who looked lost. "Look, daddy's gonna hold the baby and give kisses. Help me give kisses, Bellie." He kissed the top of the doll's head, but she ignored him, shaking her head. Neither Jackson nor April knew what to do, at this point.

"Did you touch mommy's tummy all day today? It's big, right?"

Arabella nodded. "Big pop."

"Well, there's a baby inside my tummy, Bellie. Mommy, Daddy and Arabella are going to have a baby join our family." April tried. She read all the books on how to do it, the right words to say, everything. But of course Arabella was going to go full on Avery stubborn in this moment. She was proud that her daughter was so smart, but right now she was too smart for her own good.

"Daddy feels the baby and gives her kisses all the time, see? Kiss the baby Arabella, look. Say 'hi baby.' He lifted April's shirt and kissed her belly. April moved close so the baby could reach.

But Bellie was not playing this game. "No hi." She began hitting April's bump with her tiny hands. She started to cry.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing, huh? We don't hit anyone, ever. You know that." Jackson turned her around so he was looking in her eyes. April left the room, not wanting to cause a distraction. She didn't understand why she was so surprised by her daughter's behavior all the time. She was clearly an Avery baby, born to get revenge for her namesake; from the moment that middle name was on the birth certificate.

"Are you feeling sad, Arabella? Use your words."

"Yeah, sad." She nodded her head against her father's chest.

"I'm sorry you're sad, Bellie. But we don't hit when we're sad. You made mommy sad."

"Mommy no sad, no."

"Yes she is, she left the room. She's sad you hit your baby sister."

"Bellie beebee."

"No, you're not. You're gonna be a big sister now."

"No big, no no."

Jackson chuckled. He couldn't help it. She always made him laugh. "Not right now, huh? I guess you're right." She kissed his cheek, snuggling close.

"Mama back."

"Oh you want mama back now, huh? You gonna say sorry?"

"Bellie so-ree."

"Hey mama, come back here, please."

April entered, and Jackson could tell she'd been crying. Between Bella and the baby, her emotions were going crazy. "What's up?"

"Bellie, what do you want to say to mama?"

"Bellie so-ree," she sniffled, looking at her mother. "Lub you."

"That's OK, Bellie. I love you." She accepted her daughter's hug, as Bellie crawled on her lap.

She touched her mommy's tummy. "Beebee?" she asked her dad.

"Yeah. Baby. What do you say to the baby?"

"Hi, beebee." Jackson tried not to laugh again, that wasn't what he was going for.

"But you hit baby, Bellie, what do you say when you hit?"

"So-ree, beebee, lub you." On her own, she lifted April's shirt and kissed her belly.

"That's nice Arabella, thank you." April smiled. Avery's always came around; they just made you wait awhile.

"Daddy bought you a book, you want to read a Bears book about their new baby? You love the bears!" Jackson asked playing with his daughter's hair.

"No beers, no no."

April giggled at her daughter's words. "Not now, too soon, huh," Jackson asked. "Baby steps?"

Bellie nodded. "Beebee seps," she giggled as her parents launched a tickle attack on her, distracting her as Jackson carried her off to bed. She was a diva, no doubt about it. But she was their diva.