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Something For Us
I look at Damon and wait for him to tell me where we're going, but he doesn't. After so long, he stops outside some shops and pretty much just drags me along with him.
"What are we doing, Daddy?" I question, but he ignores.
"Okay, so you're not even going to tell me?" I continue to waddle beside him, but his silence is making me nervous.
"Okay, so apparently, daddy would suit being a slave and a pup. He is good at staying silent." That stops him. My smile widens, and his eyes look at me, shocked. "I dare you to do it, daddy." I smile, feeling excited just seeing him as him.
"Not happening. Come on, just let it be a surprise, please." He looks at me, waiting, and I nod. We walk, and a few minutes later, we're walking into a shop. I wasn't even paying attention to things, so I had no idea what it was until we were inside.
I look at the walls and see houses. Is he seriously planning to buy a house?
"Daddy, what are we doing here?"
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