Wanting Daddy
Her hair was neatly sleeked into a bun at the center of her head, bringing attention to her faultless face.
In her hands were a pair of silver heels and on her feet were a pair of hello kitty slides.
“You like what you see?” Diana asked, her voice carrying a teasing mark.
“Definitely,” I replied, nodding as I slipped an adm around her waist, “You are perfect, baby girl.”
“I know,” She said then giggled, “So are you. And you look handsome as heck, daddy.”
Pressing a kiss to her temple, I said, “Thank you, baby girl. Shall we?”