Molly snuggled tightly in her bed, grinning at Kane, who just sat next to her on the small bed, clueless on what to say, or where to even start to telling a story.His brows creased every now and then, and when they didn't, he plucked out his index finger and scratched his brows. This was definitely a territory not meant for him. To him, Kane knew he wasn't ready to become a father. Maybe he never will be, but then looking at Molly, he was reminded of himself when he was a child. The only difference was that he barely smiled because of his broken home.“Hurry up, daddy. Tell me the story...” Molly urged, inching closer towards him, and her little hands on his right thigh.Kane cleared his throat. He forced a smile, because he was only doing this to get Molly on his side. If Molly was on his side, then eventually Madeline would stop to become stubborn, and come with him too.“Um... Let's see. You want a story about a girl who... battles a dragon, right?” Kane asked, like he didn't alre
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