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Bryce was looking at Bobby across the room at the party in completely lovestruck.
"Your father is such a heartthrob." Bryce sighed.
"I thought you hated him." A 6 year old Scarlett said firmly.
Bryce was shocked at her daughter's words.
"What? No, sweetheart. Why would think that?" Bryce asked as she bent down to the little girl's level.
Scarlett explained, "The other day, I was walking pass your room, I heard loud noises coming from inside. You and daddy were screaming at each other."
Bryce blushed, knowing exactly what she and Bobby were doing that day. Though, her daughter wasn't old enough to know about it.
"Oh, uh... no, no. Those were happy screams." Bryce said.
"Thet didn't sound happy. You both kept hitting the wall and you kept on saying a lot of bad words." Scarlett said.
This only made Bryce more tense.
"Uh... I don't remember ever doing any of that." She tried to explain.
"But you did. You said, "Oh f**k! Oh f**k!" Scarlett said loud enough for the people at the party to hear.
The guests stopped what they were doing and turned their attention to the little girl.
"That's what you said. "F**k, Bobby! F**k me, Bobby!"
Some guests were speechless and offended while others tried to hold in their laughter.
Bryce quickly covered her daughter's mouth with her hand to quiet her.
"Okay! Okay! We heard you, sweetie. Shh."