Touching the Heart of Ace novel Chapter 62

My heart broke as Lia merely dropped her head and did not even make a peep.

"How many times have I told you not to let her do anything that would embarrass me? Why is she even here?" Janice shouted at me looking at Lia.

I ran to my baby girl and picked her up.

"Look what she did! Jesus, I cannot even get a break in my own home."

Her own home? Janice's home? So what, this was not Lia's home?

Lia shook in my hands. Her forgotten ice pop dripping on my shirt. Lia did not see Janice coming out of her room and smacked her tiny hand on Janice's new gown. The ice pop left a wet patch behind her knee and all the hell broke loose.

"Do you even know how much this cost? BRAT!"

"I will order you a new gown." I hugged my baby to my chest and patted her back. It was just a piece of cloth, for the love of god and the ice pop would not even leave a noticeable stain. She was a baby; she would make some mess. It was not like she did it on purpose.

"NEW ONE!!! This is a limited edition Marchesa gown and when would it arrive? I have this... Forget it! Better control this brat, so it won't happen another time. Fuck! My gown!"

"Stop calling her a brat, she did not see you there. You will get your new gown in an hour." I stormed off to my bedroom with my baby girl still on my chest, her ice pop dripping on my shoulders. "Davey will get you a new popsicle, sweetheart." I dropped it in trash before calling Frankie for a Marchesa gown.

The sellers brought five of colours similar to the one she was wearing and one the exact replica. All in three different sizes, so one would fit her perfectly. They also brought their tailor with them, if she wanted some last minute tweaking.

I did not get what Janice's problem was. She got her gown, right? Why was she looking at me like she wanted to murder me? I did not care. She was not going to scold my baby ever again.

If anyone was a brat here, that was Janice.

Janice finally chose one which was different from the one she had and I did not even care. The gentlemen left after the gown was fit according to her needs. Frankie would settle the bill.

"Now, sweet baby, apologize for soiling her gown."

"Sowwy." Lia mumbled her apology, her tiny lips wobbling. I turned her face back to my shoulder when Janice turned her hateful glare to my kid.

"How convenient! To have expensive things delivered to..."

"Did you not get your gown?" Janice was seething and I left her to her own drama taking my child with me.

'In my own home.' Janice had said.

That hurt me more that I let on. I gently patted my child's back as she soundlessly sniffled and dropped tears on my shoulder. I wanted to cry too. Lia did not even want another pop.

I finally had enough when Lia let out a tiny whimper. I packed a bag stuffing it with my clothes and Lia's, took another one and piled it with other essentials before calling a cab. I was not staying if my baby was not welcome here. I stayed in this stupid home with stupid stairs only because my baby was here. If she was not allowed to run around and make a little mess, then I would take her away.

I called Windy to water my plant babies and relieved her out of domestic work. Husband and wife could play house all they wanted. Lia and I would find somewhere else to live.

I blinked back my tears.

Why was Robbie so nonchalant and ignorant towards our hurt? Did he not love us?

I changed my baby and called a cab. I informed Frankie about going to the Lake Cabin. It was my baby's. She could burn it to the ground and I would only glare at her.

It was hers.

No one had no say in what mess she would make in there. I would not let anyone else discipline her. Not even her daddy!

Her daddy was really bad at that. Disciplining; I meant.

Two weeks back I had to pull out big guns on Amelia. I took out my plastic stick from the kitchen drawer. She was terrified of it, so was I.

"Will you ever do it again, Amelia Angeline Brantley?" I shook the stick in front of her, and she sniffled, not answering me and looked away.

I did not like her attitude one bit.

"I am asking you one more time. Will you throw things again?" She crossed her arms on her chest. She was scared but too ashamed to accept her mistake.

"Show me your hand." Her eyes flicked to me in surprise. I had never asked her to do that. We had never reached such a positon before. "I am telling you one more time. Show me your hand right now or you will get it on your knee."

She cried then and tried to hug me. "No... Davey... no."

I had to push her away. I could not have her to be spoiled so rotten that she hurt someone in anger. The issue was seemingly innocent but it was not. Jason and Robbie thought it was funny but they were wrong.

She did not like something Robbie said and threw her toy at him. She cried and screamed at him before pushing on his chest before stomping on the toy in anger.

The throw was not serious but that was not the point. She did it to hurt him.

I was not letting her grow up like that. She could have cried and screamed. I would have listened to her but she had absolutely no right to take it out on her daddy or anyone.

"Show me your hand Amelia." I sternly said and she was so afraid.

"Sowwy. M sowwy..." She threw her head back, wailing and tried to hug me again.

"No. You always throw things and try to hurt others when angry. Davey does not like that. Now show me your hand. You are going to get it."

"Peeese. Baby sowwy. Lilil baby no do ageen. No ageen. Peeese... Davey... Peese."

Don't cry, Ace. Don't cry. This is needed. So my baby Lia will grow up beautifully. If I do not do it now, someone might stand on their moral pedestal and point their fingers at her. They will never try to help; they will only hurt her more. I can't have that. I love her so much.

"I am angry now. You, threw your toy even when I asked you not to, several times. So no toy for you." I picked the toy telephone from her basket and took it with me.

I glared and waved the plastic stick again when she yanked on my pants crying. "No ageen. DAVEY... MINE!!! DAVEY. Not YOUS. MINE."

That was how Robbie found us. Lia and I barely fought. She was a good kid. She really was. But sometimes, she had these episodes and it would normally take an angry glare from me to make her stop.

She was growing and she was pushing her limits, which was healthy for her to do. But if I did not set new boundaries, she would turn into a bully, only to hurt herself when she grew up as a girl and... a woman one day.

I ignored her cries, pleas and demands and dropped the toy in the upper drawer where she could not reach and locked it.

"Go with Daddy, Amelia."

She stopped crying and her eyes widened in surprise. "No..."

"Yes. I am angry now. You don't listen to me. So go with Daddy now."

"Sowwy. Baby no nee toy. Davey, baby sowwy."

I sighed because dammit, my heart was breaking and I was going to cry too. I just did not want her to see it. "I know you are. You are a good baby, Amelia. But Davey does not like it when you don't listen to me. So, go with Daddy."

I looked at Robbie and saw him trying very hard not to laugh out loud. The bastard knew I was going to cry too.

Asshole.

He came and picked her up making her scream and cry until I glared again. I was meaning business. We both needed a cool off time.

She popped her thumb in her mouth and cried but let her daddy take her away. Robbie would clean her up and maybe even sing her some songs to calm her down.

I glared at the plastic stick I had in my hand. I hated that thing, as much as Lia did. I hated it because Lia was afraid of it. It would not hurt her if I accidently put too much force behind my swing. Jason and I had tested.

I did not want to really hurt her if she went too much out of line. I wanted her to feel a bit of a pain so she would not do anything disastrous if I could not manage her with my glare or my words.

I really prayed to all Gods that the time would never come for me to smack her with stupid thing.

I dropped 'it' in its drawer and wrote down this incident in My Baby's Activities journal.

I rubbed my face trying to erase the image of Lia crying from my mind. I tried watching T.V but I did not even know what I watched. Robbie came in after a few minutes and whisked me to his office and pulled me to his lap.

When his warm hand touched my back, I started crying like Lia did. "I... I hate it Daddy."

"I know."

I wailed harder. "S... she ca.. can't do things like that."

"Mmm... You are right."

"I don't want to discipline her ever again, Daddy."

I dropped my head on his chest and he tried to calm me down. But my baby's crying face kept on popping in my mind and I couldn't.

"Maybe I try to discipline her next time."

"You are worse than me. She will blink and you will start throwing things with her." I was not kidding.

He laughed hard, making me chuckle. "I am not that bad, Angel. But... what you said is a good idea. How about next time she throws away things, I will throw it away in trash and if she stomps on it, I stomp on it too and destroy it in front of her. Maybe break it part by part."

I blinked.

"Seeing her destroyed stuff will make a greater impact on her. And you will never have to show her that stick ever."

He was serious.

Poor destroyed mangled toys in front of my baby girl. Her frightened poor soul.

"Robbie."

"Yes, baby?"

"You are never disciplining our kid. Hell, no. I don't mind crying but you stay away."

"But, it is a good idea."

"Nope. Nope. Uh huh. Nope."

Yeah, he did not get what the big deal was about. I shivered ever seeing something destroyed that brutally in front of me.

He was a real demon, wasn't he?

But I loved him. It was okay, I could always steer him to less demonic actions.

He held Lia's tiny hands when she came to me to properly apologize after her nap. We cuddled, kissed and played until we both forgave each other for our disagreement. After all it was our home, we were bound to drive each other crazy once in a while.

Now, sitting on this cab, we were leaving 'our' home, because someone else had claimed it as hers. Would Robbie even notice we had left?

I wanted to have my own pity party and tell he was not coming for us. But he would and I knew it.

The moment he finds about our absence he was going to turn the hell upside down for us. But that did not mean I did not want to make a scenario in my mind about him forgetting about us and cry.

I was crazy, okay?

I wiped away my tears and ignored the cab driver's worried glances.

I called Mr. Sullivan. "Uncle Sull." I sniffled.

"Baby Trus, boy? Are you okay, bud? Why are you crying?"

"Nothing, really. I am free now. Do you wanna do that paper signing today? I will be at our Lake Cabin in two hours."

"Sure, son. If that is what you want. Anything else?"

"Can we change the name of that place to Lia's Cabin?"

"We can do anything you want? Did you fight with Robert?" Why was the people in my life so perceptive?

"Maybe."

"I will make all arrangements. How many days are you planning to stay? We need to stock up."

I pouted. Robbie would take us back in a day max. Now I felt like a child throwing a tantrum. I should have waited for him at home and told him what had happened. But I was angry.

Whatever.

He knew I was a spoiled brat and yet he chose to be with me, so it was all his fault.

"A day." I grumbled and whined when Uncle Sull laughed mocking me.

"Priceless. I will see you there, kid."

Huff!

Mr. Sullivan and Frankie was waiting for us when we reached there and a new pink board was hanging in front of our cabins.