Drew was such a girl dad.

Olivia was a cheerful and outgoing girl, literally the mini version of Drew but in a feminine form. Sometimes you complained that your daughter turned out just like her father —you literally carried her in your womb for nine months— But Drew couldn't be more proud to be the father of a little girl.

Today was a rainy and cloudy day in New York, it's the perfect day to lie in bed watching movies and drowning in ice cream, doing nothing all day. But as usual, the six-year-old had other plans in mind. She loved to go against them in everything, she even seemed to love to irritate them. It was fun though, a mini version being a mix of both and acting like a brat; she was a worthy daughter of both of you.

The little girl ran excitedly towards Drew, who was sitting lazily on the couch while watching television and waiting for you to finish making a bowl of popcorn to watch a movie. The little blonde girl clicked her rain boots against the ground while she had that devilish grin on her lips, staring at her dad and modeling her matching rain jacket.

“Hey, you look so pretty,” Drew laughed as he looked at his daughter with a playful and loving smile, in one quick movement grabbing her in his arms and sitting her next to him on the couch “As far as I know, it’s raining outside, babe. What’s with your outfit?” He asked with a mocking smile and looking at her with an arched eyebrow. Clearly the girl wanted to go outside and play, which wasn't going to happen.

“It’s just rain!” he huffed, crossing his arms and frowning, which only made Drew laugh.

“What does the boss say?” he asked, staring at her with a raised eyebrow and a crooked smile, knowing perfectly well the answer.

“Don't even think about going outside, Olivia Starkey!” the girl quoted the same words you told her a few minutes ago when she asked for your permission, perfectly imitating your expression and your voice. Drew burst out laughing.