Jennie's POV
"Why do you hate your Dad?" I asked the toddler cradling on my lap, she looked up to me and furrowed her brows, as if she could understand me, she is, right?
Ella purrs like a cat and she lay down, her tiny hand curls the hem of my shirt and she was trying to push it up and slipping her head under it.
I chuckle and took her, fixed her position and lifted up my shirt, pulling up my bra and Ella eagerly sucked my nipple, which caused a silent gasp to erupt from me but followed with soft chuckles.
"You're hungry huh?" I giggles and poke her fluffy cheek. I hissed when she bit my nips but quickly replaced with smiles when Ella looked up to me, her demon dark eyes flickered and I got a glimpse of something glowing on it.
The door swung open and I know that it's Lisa because of her scent. "Heyyyy, what are you doing?" She asked kid-like.
"Feeding Ella." I stated the obvious.