(Cole P.O.V)

“Nikki, baby I am sorry please forgive me,” I pleaded to her.

“No,” she said and looked away from me while licking his lollipop.

“Come on princess, what about if I give you ice cream,” I plead, trying to bribe a 2-year-old to stop being mad at me with ice cream. An all-time low for me.

“Trevor aweady give me ice cweam,” she informs me, bouncing happily on Trevor's lap,” an’ I wad at you Cole, an Ro too.”

“Nikki please ...