Fifty Seven

"Victoria, stop that," Isabella reprimanded her daughter.

Instead of listening to her, the girl kept on playing with the buttons on the stroller, making multiple songs come alive at the same time. As people passed by them, they kept staring at her and the children. She gave each of them an apologetic smile, knowing that they were probably either amused by her daughter's action or that they thought that she was a mother who didn't know how to control the six month old child.

"Vicky! Honey, stop." She warned the little girl again. When the girl just ignored her and continued with her duty, she gritted out. "God, you're just as stubborn as your father." She retorted.

At that, Vicky grinned at her mother, then she took her hands away from the buttons.

"God, I don't believe this." She muttered under her breath, chuckling at the innocent look the girl gave her.

She shook her head slightly as she continued pushing the stroller toward the park. When a gust of light wind blew in their directio