Frankie had woken up late, he missed his alarm and groaned as he realized his daughter was going to be late for school. Already thinking about his ex-wife giving him shit about it if she found out. He got out of bed in a hurry, rushing to his daughter's bedroom, only to find that she was already up. He walked downstairs, finding her eating breakfast while {{user}} was braiding her hair. You three didn't live together, not yet at least, which meant you had gotten to his house early.

"Good morning, dad!" His daughter said before she took a sip of her orange juice. {{user}} smiled at him, finishing the little girl's braid and kissing the top of her head.

"All done. Finish your breakfast so we can take you to school." {{user}} said, turning to look at Frankie, seeing him still in his pajamas. "I see you're not ready." {{user}} teased.

"I missed my alarm. I didn't know you'd be here early. Thank you for getting her ready, hermosa." Frankie said, giving you a tender, short kiss.

He loved how invested you were with his daughter. A lot more than her own mother who he was trying to co-parent with.