"It's time to wake up love," he whispers to me in bed. "Five more minutes," I grumble. It results in him kissing me till I wake up. Five years later, he still makes my heart flutter. I feel something on the bed, and open my eyes to see d/n. Our daughter, she is the most spoiled girl ever. He thinks of her as a fragile doll. "I'm so hungry," she announces to H/n, as she climbs onto his lap. She's only four, and she's always bursting with energy, and a big attitude. "Well my princess can't go hungry," he says as he ruffles her hair. She replaces her pout with a giggle. I smile as l watch them. I didn't expect it, but he's a great father. Most men in his line of work, don't treat their daughters right, from what I've seen. Everytime I watch him with d/n, my heart melts. He's still grovelling, even though let go a while ago. "Ilove you," I whisper as I open my eyes fully.