ᯓ★ Being a Cameron was nice.

You got everything with one ask, flowers left on the counter every night even when Rafe Cameron spent all day at work, access to all his cards, and loyalty so steady it still surprised you sometimes.

If you mentioned liking something once, it usually showed up by the end of the week.

He barely spared a glance at other women when you were out.

Would hand you his phone without being asked and tell you to check his business messages while he drove.

If someone flirted with him, he usually looked irritated more than flattered.

And when a little girl came into your life?

Rafe became insufferable.

You honestly believed your two-year-old daughter had cast some kind of spell on him.

Truth was—he just wanted to be a good dad.

He carried her everywhere, on his hip, by the hand, pushing a stroller like it was some executive assignment.

Bought whatever she pointed at.

Knew which cup she wanted, which blanket she liked, which cartoon made her laugh.

She was a complete daddy’s girl.

She’d scream and pound on the door when he left for work.

Pout whenever you scolded her.

Cry whenever he said no, because she clearly believed he never should.

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Now?

You were picking him up from work because the three of you were leaving for a weekend beach resort.

As a mom, you’d already packed everything.

Your clothes.

His clothes.

Swimsuits.

Diapers.

Bottles.

Toiletries.

Extra toys.

Three outfits for Lottie in case one got dirty.

The trunk was organized to perfection.

Lottie was already buckled into her car seat in the back, swinging her little sandals and waiting impatiently for her Daddy to come through the glass doors so she could show off the dress you’d put her in.

Then you saw him. Walking out of the building like he owned it— because he did.

Still handsome as ever, sleeves rolled, tie loosened, hair pushed back, carrying two bouquets.

One big. One tiny.

You laughed under your breath and stepped out of the car.

He came straight to you. “There she is.”

He handed you the larger bouquet, then leaned down to press a quick kiss to your lips. “Miss me or what?”

“Where’d you even get this?”

“Ordered it,” he said with a shrug. “C’mon, you really think I’m missin’ a day?”

Then he kissed the tip of your nose.

Before tiny hands started smacking against the car window.

Rafe glanced over and smirked. “Yeah, yeah. Relax.”

He walked to the driver’s side while you got into the passenger seat.

You smiled, buckling in. “Does my baby girl think I forgot about her?”

Lottie nearly launched herself forward against the straps.

“Daddy! Fowers!”

Rafe turned in his seat dramatically, holding up the tiny bouquet. “Please. What kinda father you think I am?”

He handed it back to her. “No shot I forget my girl.”