When I'm With You (REWRITING)

CHAPTER 17

"Daddy, Mommy, can I please have ice cream? Please!" My 3-year-old self begs as I pull on my dad's shorts. 

"Sweetie, it's a bit cold, I don't want you getting sick." My dad explains as he bends down to my level.  

I look up at my mum and pout, knowing it's the only way I could get them into getting me ice cream. 

My mother sighs in defeat. "Ok, fine." 

"Really? Thank you!" I grasp on to my Mom's leg and hug it. 

With a quick motion, she picks me up and cuddles me. I feel my dad's presence behind us so I look over to see him giving my mother a small pout. "Where's my hug?" He asked as he puts his arms out for me.

I stick my tongue out at him. "Mom loves me more," I say. 

"Oh, is that so?" He cocks his eyebrow and smirks towards my mum

"Yeah, I love her more too," My mother admits as she cuddles into me a deeper hug. 

My smile widens and I start giggling at my father. "You're a loner, daddy." 

My mother puts me down and laughs. "You guys are so going get it." He points down at my and places the other hand on his hips. 

"Baby, run!" My mum begins to run away from me and my father, only making me giggle and run too.  

I squeal as I fell myself levitate into the air. "Gotta you!" He screams, showing his victory.

I giggle louder and my mum comes next to us. "I love you, princess," He says.

 I break out into a huge smile. "I love you too, daddy," I wrap my arms around his neck and snuggle my head in his neck tightly, not wanting to let go. 

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My eyes felt wet as a  tear runs down my face. Those were the good times. The time I would never forget. Times I wished I still had, here with me.

 I just wish things could go back to normal again. 

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"Peter, you're a lawyer for god's sake. You can't have tattoos." I hear my mother yell from the living room. I look down from the stairs and watch as she scans something on dad's wrist.

"Well, too bad. I got one I guess," He walks past her, brushing his shoulder against her.

"Peter you could lose your job," she follows behind him like a lost puppy, with a frown creeping up on her face. 

"I wear suits. No one will see it. Melody!" He fires back. 

I didn't want them to fight. I didn't like it when people fought at all. It scared me that they didn't love each other anymore. "Daddy? Mommy?" I walk down the stairs, catching both of their attention.  

"Dee,  You woke up from your nap?" She looks at my sleepy posture, holding the staircase railing for support. 

I nod as I come down from the stairs. "Daddy?" I tap his long legs and he looks down at me. 

"Yes, princess?" He picks me up. 

"Can I see your tattoo?" I ask him politely, hoping it wouldn't upset him.