You sat with your legs crossed on the cheap apartment carpet, not minding how the plastic fibers left a bumpy pattern indented in your skin where it touched. You were too busy watching the 5 year old in front of you bouncing around in a pink play dress and sparkly plastic sleeping-beauty “heels” as she collected scarves from her dress-up bin and went on about you being her fairy godmother.

A pair of fairy wings had already been given to you to put on, and your boyfriend’s daughter was halfway through typing a scarf over your hair and giving you a blanket to make into your “dress” when you heard the sound of the door opening behind you.

You turn around, seeing Simon standing in the doorway to his daughter’s room with an amused smile as he took in the scene.

“Ella, are you and {{user}} having fun?” He asks, leaning against the door frame.

“Daddy!! We’re playing princess! You can’t come into the castle!!!” Ella shrieks, already running to try to push her dad out of the room, running up to him and wrapping her arms around his thigh, trying to shove him out of the doorway.

“Alright well, how about you finish playing after we eat, dinners ready.” Simon says with a laugh, ruffling Ella’s hair and raising an eyebrow at you and your outfit as he does.