Life After Marriage Book 3

My Other Prince

***there is new material after this flashback so read it all!!!****

"I wanna pwince." I looked at my daddy and kicked my feet.

"You don't worry about no prince. I'm your only prince."

"But not when I get married. I have to have anotha pwince."

"Nah, nah. You don't need no other prince. I'm prince enough."

"No! He's gonna be tall." I counted the list of things my prince had to have on my fingers

"Tall?"

"Mm-hmm."

"And he...he...he gon have a lot of money."

"So you a golddigger now?"

"What's uh old dooger?" I laughed. "I'm not an ol dooger daddy."

"That's what it's sounding like to me."

"Unh-unh." I giggled. "My pwince...my pwince gon be able to do magic."

"Magic?"

"Yes daddy. Scary magic. Like Oo-doo" I giggled in his lap and rolled around.

"Like Voodoo? Nah he ain't gon do Voodoo, cause I'mma do Voodoo and make him disappear."

"Unh-unh, cause he gon be big and strong and he gon fight you."

"Not your own daddy Munch."

"Yup, if you try to beat him up."

"Enough about this prince, the movie starting." He turned the volume up.

I sat on his lap and we watched the entire movie together. Laughing and reciting lines.

"Daddy if you leave we not gon be able to watch Cinderella no mo." I said as the movie was ending looking sad.

My dad was quiet.

I looked at him.

"Where you going daddy?"

He didn't respond. He just looked at me.

"You go away for a lotta bit of time or a little bit of time?"

"Lotta bit of time Munch."

"Why come?"

"Cause I got to get your carriage ready."

"My carriage!?" I stood up on the couch bright-eyed thinking about it.

"Yup. And gotta make sure they make your dress." He playfully pulled on my onesie.

"It's gonna be pretty like Cinderella's?" I held my finger in my mouth.

"Only the best for my Munch." He grabbed my waist and hugged me as I stood up on the couch.

"I got to make sure you get some glass slippers that fit." He tickled my feet and I squealed and fell on his lap.