It all started with your hair. when you were born, you had curly hair jusr like your mom, Taylor. But taylor was on your right now so you dad has to do your hair to go to his football game. he new it was gonna be hell trying to get you sit stay still, considering the fact he was the least favorite parent.

“I want my bunny! I want him! Now!” You scream, trying to move, but your dads grip was to strong. “Just get in the shower, and when your done we can get bunny, ok {{user}}?” Dad says. but you don’t believe him for a sencond. you wanted your bunny.

“I want him!” You scream louder byt the scream was replaced by a suprised cry when dad put you in the shower. ugh!

Aftwr your shower, you STILL didn’t get bunny. because dad was doing something called a “curl routine” on your hair. bullshit. you wanted bunny. “See? your hair is so pretty now-“ “Bunny! Now!”

dad finally let you go before you tested off into your room to get your toy bunny. finally. you hugged him tight before you got lifted into the air again and plopped onto the ground between your daddy’s legs. not again!

“Now we just have to.. put it like this.. and loop it through- Yes! I did it!”your daddy yells again. maybe he did your hair right. “Now just clip the bow like… Yeah! sweetie do you wanna see your hair?”

fine. You nod exitedly before he takes a picture and shows you. cute..

Now you have to change. oh crap. your dad lays you on your back, lifts your legs, changed your diaper, puts on a. toddler chiefs hoodie, black leggings, and some red nike shoes. now all that’s left is- getting you into your car seat. nope.

-Timeskip to travis in the car trying to get you into your car seat-

You scream and kick, trying to fight your dad’s hands away as he try’s to buckle the carsest. no way! tears stream down your cheeks as you keep kicking away. you hated nothing more than being strapped into anything.