Clara POV:
Mama places me in my highchair and buckled me in, kissing my head before she stands up. "Grammy and Grandpa are going to be joining us for breakfast. Can you be a good girl and eat all your food?" She asks me.
"Nu Grammy an Grandpa. 'Ust Mama and Daddies." I mumble around my paci.
"Clara, you have to be nice to Grammy and Grandpa. I know they scared you last time, but they wont do it again. They're going to be here for a while." Dada says.
"Otay." I mumble. I don't like Grammy and Grandpa that much. I also don't trust them! They took me from Mama and Daddies. I think with a frown.
"Here, have some of these." Papa pours some puffs onto my tray and I start to shove them in my mouth.
"At least she already has a bib on." I see Daddy whisper to Mama.
Sticking my tongue out at Daddy, I begin to eat again. "Don't stick that tongue out at me, sassy girl!" Daddy laughs.
I do it again and giggle. "Are you being cheeky?" Papa asks.
I nod my head and offer Papa a puff. It's a little bit soggy from my drool, but still good. "Here, Papa. Chu hungry?"
Papa makes a weird face. "No thank you, princess. They're yours."
I stuff the puff in my mouth right as Grammy and Grandpa walk in the room. "Sorry were late, we packed a lot more than we should've." Grammy says.
"You're fine. Have a seat." The Queen sits next to Mama and the King sits across from her, next to Daddy.
Chef Harold walks into the room rolling a cart with lots of food on it! "HI CHWEF HARWOLD!" I yell at him.
"Hello, Clara. How are you today?" He asks with a smile.
"Gud. I 'alk wid Papa!" I tell him about this morning.
"You walked with Papa? Wow! I'm so proud of you. Are you ready to eat?" He asks, putting all the food on the table.
"Yesth." I lean back and show him my belly.
"Here you go, silly girl." Putting my plate down on my tray, her ruffles my hair, then leaves.
There's eggies, mashed blueberries, and soft sweet potatoes. I pick up a sweet potato and put it in my mouth, doing a happy dance in my seat. "Is that good, princess?" The King asks me.
I nod my head and put another piece of sweet potato in my mouth, staring at everyone as they eat. "I never thought of this, but Clara truly is a princess. She's our grandchild and that makes her a princess as well as the Presidents child. She'll be the most famous person in history." The Queen says thoughtfully.
Mama drops her fork onto her plate and turns to the Queen with wide eyes. "You're right, I never thought about that. God, we're going to have to increase our security when we go out in public." She groans.
I have no idea what they're talking about. I'm Daddies and Mama's princess. That's it. "We can lend you some of our royal guards?" The King says.
"We don't need royal guards. We have some of the best security. If word gets out that Clara's the Princess and the President's child, her safety could be more at risk than she already is." Daddy frowns.
"Dun fown, Dadddy. Is otay." I smile at him.
"You're right, no need to frown. We'll talk about this later." Daddy looks at me then continues, "Privately."
I finish my breakfast and let out a big burp. Leaning back, I poke my tummy. It's sticking out more than before. I slap my stomach. "Baby." I tell Mama.
"There's a baby in there? I don't think so." Mama laughs.
I nod. "Yesth der is!" I point to my stomach and smile.
"That's a food baby. It means you are eating good." Dada leans over and pokes my belly, making me laugh.
"Okay, little lady. What do you want to do today?" Mama asks.
"IMMING!" I yell, slapping my messy hands down on my tray.
"How about we go swimming after your nap? Grammy and Grandpa are tired." Papa suggests.
I pout but nod my head. "Otay, dwance pwarty?" I ask after thinking for a bit.
"We can do that, let's get you cleaned up." Mama takes off my bib and wipes my face and hands while I struggle.
"We're going to take a nap, please wake us up after Clara's nap." Grammy smiles and stands up. She comes over to me and leans down.
"Can I give you a kissy?"
"Otay."
Grammy leans over and gives me a kiss on the cheek. I hold really really still. I'm still not sure of her. She stands up and ruffles my hair. "Good girl." She sniffles and backs away.
"Nini!" I yell at Grammy and Grandpa as they leave the room. They chuckle and shake their heads, walking out the door.
"Come on, let's go have a dance party." Dada picks me up and brings me to the living room.
Papa picks up a remote, and turns on the big speakers on the wall. He plays loud music and Dada twirls me in his arms. I giggle and bounce in his arms. Mama and Daddies all take turns dancing with me.
My favorite is when Daddies throw me in the air. It feels like I'm flying! Mama yells at them when they throw me too high but I don't care. Daddies even had a completion to see who could throw me the highest. Nobody won because Mama yelled at Daddies.
She told them they were gonna get spanks if they didn't stop. They pouted but agreed. "Chu pwaty pewpie." I tell Mama.
"I'm a party poopy?" Mama laughs.
"Yesth. Chu Nu fwunny!" I yell, sitting on Daddy's shoulders.
Daddy's hand are holding my feet so I don't fall. It's kind of scary up here. I hold onto Daddy's hair tight, making sure I don't fall. "No ma'am, we don't yell. We use kind words and inside voices." Mama says with her hands on her hips.
Daddy taps my leg to get my attention. "Say sorry to Mama."
"I sowwy, Mama." I say. I'm not really sorry though, but Mama doesn't know that.
"Apology accepted. Come here and give me a kissy. It's almost time for your nap anyways. Do you want milky?" Mama asks as she pulls me off Daddy's shoulders.
"Yesth!" I clap my hands and wiggle excitedly.
"Let's go, princess. You can lay in Mommy's bed." She walks out of the room with me on her hip, and Daddies following.
Sitting down on her bed, she lifts her shirt. Mommy supports her boobie so I can latch on. I suck while I play with my feet, trying not to fall asleep. I don't want to take a nap. I want to keep dancing! I feel Papa start to stroke my cheek while Mama pats my bum.
I begin to feel sleepy, my eyes closing. "Nu..." I whine.
"Shhh, it's okay. Go to sleep. We'll go swimming after your nap." Papa's finger gently rubs over my closed eyes and the bridge of my nose.
Mama hums a soft tune and between the gentle rubs, Mama's milk, and her humming, I fall asleep.
I wake up in my crib in my sleep sack. Opening my eyes, I see that Grammy, Grandpa, and Mama's in my room. Everybody's in their bathing suits. "There are those beautiful eyes." Grammy coos.
I roll onto my belly, tucking my legs beneath my body so my bums in the air. I close my eyes and suck on my paci. "No, don't go back to sleep. We're going swimming and have lunch by the pool!" Grandpa says.
My body's lifted from my crib and I immediately begin to cry. I wanna go back to sleep! My paci falls from my mouth and I'm laid down on the changing table. "It's okay, bug." Mama soothes. I'm too sleepy.
Mama changes me out of my sleep sack, changes my diaper, and puts on my pink two piece bathing suit that as watermelons on it. "Do you want Mommy's milk?"
"Nu, seep." I cry harder.
Mama sighs and sits down in the rocking chair. She pulls her boobie out of her swimsuit and guides my head towards her nipple. I latch on to sooth myself while Mama bounces me. "I'm sorry about that. She fought her nap today so she didn't get as much sleep. She'll be fine after she nurses."
"Clarissa was just like that too. She would fight her naps then be mad when we had to wake her early. Do you mind me sitting next to you?" Grammy asks Mama.
"Go ahead."
Grammy sits next to Mama in the rocking chair. She looks down at me and smiles softly. "I remember nursing Clarissa. Sometimes, that was the only way she would calm down when she was overwhelmed. I miss her so much. There's not a day that goes by that I don't think about her." Grammy sniffles.
"Do you have a picture of her?" Mama asks.
"Yes, I do. Hold on." Grammy pulls out her phone and shows Mama a picture of me! How did she get that?
I point to the picture and mumble around Mommy's boobie, "Cwara."
"No babygirl, that's not you. That's Clarissa, she was Grandpa and Grammy's little girl." Grandpa says from across the room.
Why does she look like me? "Nu da Cwara."
"That was your M-" Mama cuts Grammy off.
"No, don't. She doesn't need to know that. I'm her mother. Don't say anything else." Mama says.
"Sorry." She sniffles.
I finish drinking and sit up on Mama's lap. "Do you want to burp her?"
"If she'll let me."
Grammy holds her arms out for me and I carefully go to her. Mama places a cloth on her shoulder and Grammy starts to pat my back. She holds me tight for a moment and I feel her shoulders shaking. "Why Chu cwy, Grammy?" I ask.
"I'm just really really happy, princess. No need to worry." She starts to pat my back while I lay my head on her shoulder. I burp and a little bit of milky comes out.
Grammy quickly wipes it up and smiles at me. "Do you want to go to Grandpa? He would love to give you a hug."
I hold my arms out towards Grandpa and he takes me. He holds me tightly against his bare chest. "Hello, Clara." He smiles.
I press my hands against his cheeks and smush them. His lips push out and I laugh. Leaning down, Grandpa rubs his nose against mine. I give him a kissy and his eyes get red. Grandpa clears his throat, "Come on, let's go swimming."