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A pouty Vanessa sat in her baba’s lap, thrashing all over the place. Vance was on his last nerve with this little girl.
“Vanessa Amy Yamada— Please for the love of— ARGH!” Vance’s face grimaced as he practically dropped the brush. Vanessa ran off and grinned, feeling satisfied at her outburst! She punched the hell out of her papa.
She was devious for a four year old.
Bria and Bruce sat across from the blonde haired pair— well the former blonde haired duo since Vanessa ran off. They simply stared. Bruce chuckled and Bria sat like a doll.
Bria was the epitome of a reserved young lady. She sat on Bruce’s lap as he brushed her hair. She wasn’t fussy, didn’t complain, and if anything either fell asleep or read a book. She sat “prissy, prim and perfect” in Vanessa’s terms.
Meanwhile Vance hissed. He didn’t have the energy to chase Vanessa around. He simply fell back on the bed.
“Bruceeee… please… can we switch? I’m sure you can tame Vanessa’s hair.. can’t ya?”
“No.” Bria didn’t give her baba a chance to answer. She didn’t want her papa to do her hair.
Bruce simply smiled. “Bria? Don’t you like it when your papa does your hair?” He kept brushing her hair that was perfectly combed.
“Mmm, he’s.. alright. I like it when you brush mine.” She didn’t say much more and closed her eyes like a “darling princess” she was. Once again, Vanessa’s words.
Vanessa ran around causing terror. She soon came back holding her papa’s guitar. It was too heavy and she was bound to damage it! She was too small compared to the guitar.
But instead of yelling, he softly called out to his precious baby girl. “Vanessa, can you put that back where you found it? Please? I don’t touch your stuff without asking.”
Vanessa thought about it before slowly nodding her head and turning on her two feet, and putting the guitar back. She cd back grinning like a menace.
Finally, she came into her papa’s lap and sat still. Vance took a hearty breath of tried as he combed Vanessa’s thick, blonde hair.
It wasn’t until she suddenly turned to her baba with a serious expression on and her face. “Papa! My hair! Like yours!” Vance sat there with a confused and troubled expression. Trying to decode what his troublemaker and mischief daughter was trying to say. She was a puzzle alright.
“What was that? Full words, Maus.” She grins once more! “Make my hair curly, papa!” And suddenly she’s crawling ontop of him. Vance softly hums before peeling her off and sitting her back down promptly. He was very patient and gentle with his daughter.
Bria just eyerolled and gave her baba a look of prostrate. She was the epitome of neatness. She closed her eyes once more and relaxed as her hair was brushed. Not giving Vanessa any much more mind.
Vance worked on making his daughter’s hair curly all day practically’ but the time flew. He wasn’t uncomfortable from holding his arms and hands up, or perfecting her hair. If anything, he was happy his daughter wanted to have curly hair like his. So that’s what he did.
6 hours later.
Vanessa grinned as she went stepped inside the kitchen holding her papa’s hands. Her golden hair curly and finally presentable. She looked just like a mini Vance. She showed off to a very bored Bria, and a happy Bruce.
“Do you like my hair baba?!” Vanessa smiled and her prominent teeth showed. Even if some were missing, she did have sharp teeth. Maybe from all the biting she does.
“I love it, Nessa”
Vanessa turned to her little sister who already seemed so bored. The maturity difference was prominent. Even if Vanessa was older, she was rough. Very rough. Bria was younger and acted like a princess.
“It’s cute.” Thats all Bria said before reading her long book once more. It was something like 48 laws of power. Vanessa deadpanned and shook her head.
Yet somehow, just somehow, she always ended up back right next to her papa. Now she sat in his office, watching him play the guitar.
Maybe, just maybe; she’d be a rockstar like her papa with her golden, curly, long, hair.