Camilla's POV continues
“My sister,” he echoes, his tone mimicking her own. “The same one that abandoned her for some dick? Is that whose choice for a name I should respect? Listen here Brittany, just bring her out so I can see her for a minute and ill bring her back tonight.”
“No,” Brittany snorts, “You can't take her away. We had an agreement, you can't raise her with that busy schedule! You're basically –”
I walk away, leaving them to what seems like their continual argument. Brittany as I've learned her name insulted his potential as a parent and he stayed quiet about it. If I'm going to find his daughter, I have to start with the playground all the kids are tinkering at. Kids play with all kids right? So one of them must know Karla or Viviana like her current custodian referred to her.I see a little boy dressed in a batman costume and call out to him, “Hey. Come here for a second.” I say softly, he doesn't hesitate to. He comes fast, his little feet running to meet me despite the close distance between us.
“What's your name?” I grin, peeking down at him.
“Preston,” he says, smiling back at me.
“That's a nice name Preston, and a very cool costume or are you really Batman?” I whisper, pretending to look around for wandering ears.
Preston giggles, his head shaking. “Alright,” I shrug. “So Preston, I'm looking for someone. A little girl, Karla or Viviana.”
“Umm, I don't know Viviana but I know Karla's, the pretty one and the other two ones.” he giggles.
“Can you show me Preston?”
He worries over my question but nods still, his gaze turning to the princess jumping castles. “That's crybaby Karla, the pretty Karla who fights with my twin sister Linda everytime and the other Karla, she bites.” he says, pointing to each of the girls as he describes them.
I look at the three girls, the pretty Karla as the boy addressed her looks a little like Kingston. She has his hair, I look back at Kingston and then at her, they're both arguing with someone and wiping their nose after a while. Yep, definitely his kid, she looks like she's close to tears but not dropping the fight.
I reach my hand out, curling it into a fist. “Thanks bud.” I say to Preston, bumping his fist.
I walk up to the little girls, both in princess Cinderella dresses but instead of glass slippers, Karla is dressed in canvas, a cute little black converse canvas that she's showing to her namesake, with her hands pulling her dress up to show her. I crouch down to meet their size, both girls halt when they see me do so.
“You're Karla Kingston right?”
She looks at me with confusion, “Umm, I don't know you.” she whispers, her hands letting her costume fall to her feet.
“That's true, but I know your Dad.”
The other little guy grabs Karla's hand and begins to step back. “Stranger danger, weird lady. Walk away K.V.” she murmurs, her feet stepping back with Karla's following.
“No wait,” I let out, my hand gesturing to where Kingston and Brittany are arguing. “Look over there, don't you see him with your aunt Brittany?”
Both little girls follow my hand, their gaze meeting to where I'm pointing.
“Come on, I'll take you to him.” I tell her, hoping she will come with me minus the doubts she's having. She looks to her father and back to me, I sigh, holding my pinky finger out for her. “I promise I'm not going to hurt you, pinky promise.” I say, I don't know why I think saying pinky promises will work on her but I try it either way. When I was a kid, the pinky promise was one of the most important promises, it was like swearing in blood which Talitha and I did most times but the pinky promise is just as effective.
Karla hooks her pinky in mine and I grin, “Good girl, he will be so happy to see you.” I tell her, my hand brushing the side of her face.
She lets me pick her up, her friend arguing against her leaving the argument to which she rolls her eyes. I walk back to her father, who is deeper into his conversation with Brittany.
“Daddy,” Karla chimes. Both adult children stop, peering at Karla. Brittany's jaw drops while Kingston reaches for his daughter.
“Hey, my love.” he greets, taking her into his arms and hugging her.
“I missed you.” she tells him, resting her head in the crook of his neck. “Why do you leave me?”
“You, you went to get her while we fought.” Brittany gasps, her finger pointing to me.
For some reason this annoys me, I reach my hand out and smack and finger. “Don't irritate me, I'm trying to keep my clothes free of blood stains today.” I groan, my hand tapping at Kingston's arm. “Come on father of the year, let's go.”
Karla's head pops up, “No.” she cries out, “You're leaving again?”
“No baby, I'm not leaving you. I am never going to leave you again.” he tells her, his hand wiping the tears that fall from her eyes.
“You can't take her Kingston, you're not a fit father!” Brittany rants, “You–”
She's cut off by my hand gripping her shoulder, working it until she drops to the ground.
“Oh my God, Camilla.” Kingston groans, his head shaking at me. I begin to walk away, with Kingston following closely.
“Aunt Brit?” Karla squeaks, her gaze shifting from me to her aunt on the floor.
“Don't worry, she'll be fine. I promise, pinky promise she just fell asleep. Must be tired from arguing with your dad.” I tell her, a playful grin appearing on my face and she mirrors it, cute kid.
“Was that necessary?” Kingston asks, looking back at his sister in law.
“Was that necessary?” I echo, my tone mimicking him.
Karla laughs, and I swear she just made my day better than it was. She has a nice laugh, I wonder if she gets it from her dad. No Camilla, hearing him laugh won't light up your day as much as his daughter's laugh did.
The Uber driver is still loitering in the same position we left him, I slip into the back seat Kingston on the other end with Karla in his lap who refuses to sit on her own.
“Daddy, what's your friend's name?” she asks, her hands playing with her dress.
“My friend, which friend is that?”
“Her,” she whispers, curling up against his chest to lie low from me.
Kingston nudges my arm, his head saluting me with a grin. “Friends huh?”
I rolled my eyes, I didn't necessarily tell the girl we are friends, I simply said I knew her father which is in fact an actuality. I mouth a silent fuck you to Kingston, to which he grins wider.
“Daddy,” Karla whines, tugging to the lace material of her apparel.
“Camilla,” he tells her. I grin, trying to peek at her to which she nods.
“She's scary, she made Tia Brittany fall asleep.”
“I see, but she isn't that scary. She's nice when you're nice and behaving and you're a good girl right?” he asks, to which she nods in response. His hand caresses her hair, “Then you and her are good.”
“Okay, but where is your car? You said you'd show me a new car when you come next time.” she murmurs, her hand still pulling at the lace of her Cinderella dress, I think she hates it.
“Hmm, I was going to pick it up today but this lady created a scene yesterday and today.” Kingston snorts, trying to push at my buttons but I ignore him and so does his daughter, she doesn't speak, only to be heard sobbing a minute later.
“I don't want to go back to aunt Brittany.”
“Oh baby, I promise you won't go back there.”
She nods against his chest, her sobs quieting.
“You made your child cry, see I told you leaving her there was a bad choice but you Kingston think you know everything.”
Kingston groans, his head receding back into the seat. “Don't start Camilla.”
I snort, leaning forward to talk to the uber driver. “Can you stop here please?”
“Camilla,” Kingston gasps. “You want to get off just because I refused to argue?”
“Oh please,” I snort. The car stopped at my request seconds ago.“I'm stopping so I can get off and find a train or something to Silverline. I need to check on Belle and everyone else that I'm ironically responsible for.”
“Oh, driver Pearson motors please, she's not getting off.” he says, the driver quick to heed his request just like he was with mine. I'm certain he must be tired of our constant bickering. I fold my arms over my chest, staring at him wide eyed.
“What?” he snorts, “ I will drop you off at your new playground, my car is undoubtedly faster than an Uber.”
“I don't reckon the part where I asked you to give me a ride.”
“You didn't, you're too prideful to ask me and besides, how do you plan on paying for a cab with no phone, no actual money and no card.” he counters.
I roll my eyes, settling comfortably in my seat, it didn't cross my mind. I need to get a credit card and phone soon, if not then how will I sort out the people in the pack? The house needs to be painted, each room requires to be repainted to their desire and furniture similarly has to be purchased. Kingston grins with satisfaction, I want to smack that annoyingly cute smirk off his equally cute face.
“Ugh,” I sneer, annoyed with how happy he is about proving me wrong.
Pearson motors in between Xuiana and Midnight Saints, with only thirty if not a forty-five minutes walk separating the two. The rest of the drive is quiet, not Karla, Kingston or I say a word. When we finally arrive at the car dealers, I step out of the Uber, with Karla behind me, accidentally stepping on my foot.
“I'm so sorry.” she instantly blurts out, putting some distance between us. I've noticed that she's scared of me, despite letting me carry her earlier.
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