KAYLA RAMIREZ-LOPEZ'S POV
"Mummy, I don't want to wear a Jersey," Brielle pouts as I try my best to convince her to put on her jersey to support her father.
"Sweetheart, you have to wear it if you want to walk out with Daddy today. He's choosing his own mascot today." She rolls her eyes and folds her little arms.
"Well, I don't care..." She frowns and pouts.
"Bri..." I whisper her name softly, but she continues pouting and frowning.
I smile, but she's got to wear her father's Jersey today. It's an important match and as the captain of his team, he gets to walk out with whoever he wants and he asked me to get Brielle in a Jersey so he can walk out with her but I've got a stubborn daughter who doesn't listen to anyone at all.
"I don't want to wear a Jersey, and that's it. I want to wear the outfit you made me." Her eyes light up with the thought of the outfit she has been helping me make for her.
"Brielle..." I whisper her name again and touch her folded arms.
"What's the point? he always walks out with Luka, so why should I wear the Jersey? it's itchy, and it irritates my skin." She pouts again, and I chuckle.
My daughter says whatever is on her mind. She doesn't want to wear the Jersey and I can't change her mind. That means Dylan will blame me tonight, and I have to prepare myself. The blaming has been more and more every damn day. To the point that I just zone out and think of new designs that I want to make even though I'm not a designer.
"KAYLA!! HURRY UP, WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE!!" screamed Dylan's annoying, nerve-wracking mother. I roll my eyes for the hundredth time. She told me she was going to get Brielle ready while I made dinner for when we got back later. I went and took a shower after cooking, and my daughter was still not ready. She hadn't even taken her bath yet. I had to help her shower, and now we're arguing over what she's supposed to wear.
"What the hell is keeping you both?" She barges into the room and looks at Brielle sitting on her bed, still in her little robe.
"What the hell?!!, You're not ready?!!" she still raises her voice at us while she's fully dresses up in a Manchester City Jersey with "SON" boldly written at the back and the number 9.
"Barbara, not now. I'm trying to get her to wear her Jersey. Can we not do this now?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" She folds her arms and looks at me with her mean streak look, I roll my eyes and look at my daughter, who's more important to me right now.
"Brielle, wear the damn Jersey, and let's go!!" she raises her tone at my daughter, and Brielle stares at her with her eyes wide open in shock.
"Don't talk to her like that." i retort to her. "Kayla, you're spoiling this little girl. You always give her the chance to decide, but she's only six. She has no choice. That's how I raised Dylan and Scilla. They always did what I said. Gen Z and their parenting style are so horrible." I furrow my eyebrows as I stare at her because she didn't just say that about my parenting skills and raising my daughter.
"Brielle, wear the Jersey, and let's go.!!" she screams at my daughter again, and her eyes widen even more. She moves closer to me, and I wrap my arm around her.
"MOM!!" her own daughter calls for her from the other side of the door.
"YES, HONEY!!" she plasters a wide smile on her face as she walks out like she didn't just scream at her own six year old granddaughter. "We leave in ten minutes. Hurry up...!!" she turns around and scowls at us again as she walks out of the room and slams the door behind her.
"You don't have to wear the Jersey if you don't want to." I pull her closer and place her on my lap. I hug her tightly and kiss her forehead.
"Okay..." She doesn't reply with the same energy she had when we completed the outfit yesterday. She was so excited to wear the outfit, but now, she's sad, and her spirit is down. That breaks my heart more than anything. I hate seeing her sad. Even when she's ill, I cry for days. My baby is my happiness, and her happiness makes me the happiest woman on earth.
"Don't be sad. Grandma is just in a hurry. She doesn't want to miss the game." She nods.
"Alright. Let me get your outfit, and then we can head out." I wink at her, and she smiles, but she still looks sad. I hate it when she's sad. It always breaks my heart to see her cute little face, all sad and teary. I place her down and get up, I hold her head, and we walk into her beautiful pink closet. She sits down and I take out the clothes. I stayed up all night sewing for her, and she helped me with the design, and I picked out accessories to match.
"Alright, cupcake. You're going to be the most fashionable six year old at the stadium today."
"Hahahaha... hahahaha..." She flips her hair like the little diva I gave birth to. "I always am."
She sits down, and I style her hair in a snatch cute bun. I help her put on her leather shirt and cute little shorts along with her boots.
"Oooooooo!!! who's baby are you?!!" she poses a little, and I smile and hype her.
"I'm Kayla Ramirez's baby!!" I laugh as she poses in front of the mirror. She loves being my little model. I love designing for her because that's the only thing I'm actually allowed to do. Designing for my baby girl.
"There we go!!" I sit down and take pictures of her. She smiles widely and poses more for me.
"Come on." She puts her tiny wallet, bubble gum, and candy in her bag.
"You're not going to eat all that candy." I talk to her in a soft, stern tone.
"I know...." She smiles, and I smile along. "Good girl..." She holds my hand, and we walk out of her room. She walks around excitedly, looking at her outfit.
"Heyyyyyyyyy..." Priscilla says as we get to the living room.
"She didn't wear the Jersey?" she looks at me with a look in her eyes. I don't know if she's scared on our behalf or what because she looks fucking scared. I shake my head.
"Hi, baby Luca." Brielle stands over the baby carrier where her cousin is fast asleep.
"He sleeps all the time." I chuckle
"He's a baby, and that's all babies do, Brie. You look beautiful, by the way." Priscilla compliments her, and she smiles and walks over and holds my hand again.
"I'm matching with mummy,"
"You are indeed," we're both in matching leather outfit we designed ourselves. We did the drawings together, and we went and bought the materials together as well. She helped me sew mine and a bit of hers till she went to sleep, and I stayed up finishing hers.
"You look beautiful," I completely Priscilla as well. She's in a black top with black jeans and a black trenched coat. She's got a little fanny pack and a big ass bag for Luca's stuff as well, and black sneakers.
"Thank you so much." she smiles widely and looks at herself.
"I have to always be on high alert for when he wakes up and needs to feed." I understand her so damn well. I went through that for a year, and I breastfed Brielle for a year, and I attended all of Dylan's games. I had to always dress in such a way that it was easier for me to breastfeed in the box. I smile.
"Alright, now." The mean lady returns, and She looks at Brielle kneeling back before her cousin and at me.
"All that time wasting, and you still couldn't get her in the damn Jersey. I sometimes judge your parenting skills because you allow this little girl to dictate for you."
I ignore her and take my purse from the couch. My black and gold purse that matches with my daughter's as well.
"Let's go, baby." I hold my daughter's hand, and I take a different car key, and we head out of the house. I'm not in the mood to listen to her judge me over and over and criticise my parenting skills. I'm raising my daughter the same way my parents raised me. They never forced me to do anything I didn't want to do. That's why I've been following her son across the world for ten years. Supporting his career and I'm putting my dream on hold.
"Get in your car seat, baby..." I open the backdoor for her, and she gets inside. She gets into her car seat, and I fasten her in.
"===[She's mad because I spoke the truth to her. Don't worry, baby. Luca will wear the Jersey, and you'll walk put with him instead]===" I look at her and shake my head. She has already called her son and has already complained to him. I know tonight is going to be a long fùcking night for me. I close the door for my daughter, and I go round and get behind the wheels. I watch her, and she stares back at me as the driver puts Luca's car seat in the other car. I start my Range Rover 2023 that Dylan bought me last two year and drive out of the compound. My name is Kayla Ramirez- Lopez. I'm 26 years old. I love everything that has to do with fashion. I love sewing, I love designing, I know more about fabrics that I'm supposed to sometimes, and I shock myself with this knowledge. I started designing when I was 8. My mum enrolled me into a fashion class when I was 8, and I'd sewn my first outfit by 10.
My mum was raised in Paris. She loves fashion just as much as I love it. She's not a fashion designer or anything at all. She's an art collector, and she owns a gallery in Tennessee. She had the chance to be a model, but she became an art collector. She moved to Tennessee when she was 23, and she met my dad a year later. They got married on their one year anniversary at my grandparents' backyard, and they had me a year later. My parents have been together 28 years old.
They're just like they were years ago. They're so beautiful to watch. I always imagined having a relationship like theirs, and I did the first six years of my life with Dylan.
We met in high school. He was a senior while I was a freshman. I was a very shy person in high school because I was chubby, and I was bullied a lot in middle school, I started working out before i went to high school but I still had my weight. I was always so quiet, and I always sat at the soccer field during lunch. One day, he came there with his friends and he noticed me. He came to me to speak to me, and I was shocked to my core because he was the most popular and handsome guy in school.
While I was the chubby girl who was obsessed with fashion but always wore baggy clothes to hide her flaws.
We became friends after a few encounters, and he invited me to his games. I always made sure to attend. I wasn't really a soccer fan, but he made me fall in love with the sport. I supported him more and more, and one day, our school had a match in Kentucky. He asked me to attend with him as his cheerleader, so he gave me his Jersey, and my parents allowed me to travel to Kentucky with the team even though I was only 16 at the time.
He scored a hat trick at that match and dedicated all the goals to me. I was shocked to my core, but the day became extra special when he asked me to be his girlfriend on our way back from Kentucky
I said yes, and the whole team celebrated in the bus. Since that day, I've been travelling with him all over the world. Then we welcomed our daughter, and it's been the three of us moving around the world.