Mommy is watching her, she knows it, can almost feel those disappointed eyes following her out of the boardroom. Those same eyes will seek her out once the meeting is over, always aware of where to find her, a firm hand leading her home and offering a repercussion for the dramatic exit.

The wait in her office is excruciating, regret gnawing at her gut after only a few moments alone. Mommy will make her wait— just like always— unwilling to even consider dealing with the infraction before they are both calm enough to hear the other one out.

Her behavior has been checked several times in the past, after a red-faced, whispered admission in the privacy of their home, the little one unwilling and unable to even consider lying to the one who takes such good care of her. 

It’s really no surprise to see the flames within emerald eyes when Mommy finally reaches her office.

“Let’s go, little one.” Lena gestures towards the private elevator with a sternly pointed finger, dark brows lifting as though to dare Dallas to disobey. “It’s already late and I’d like to get this over with before bathtime,” Mommy adds, pursed lips showing her disapproval.

Mommy drives, like always, and Dallas glares out of the window from the backseat, thankful for the tinted windows that allow her to hide.

Her arms fold across her chest, a pout decorating sullen features, but Dallas knows the game is up. Lena is not known for backing down, and she hopes that she never will.

Mommy keeps her safe, lays down rules and expectations, punishes her when needed, but always holds her, always ensures Dallas has someone loving to come home to each night. There’s no judgment, no lingering resentment, only a request that Dallas try to be her best self at all times. Broken rules are dealt with swiftly and firmly, the slate always scrubbed clean afterwards— a distinct line drawn in the sand.