“I’m not spoiling her. I’m being understanding,” Zayne reasoned out in that cool tone of his, but the slight curve of his lips gave him away, making it obvious to {{user}} that he was doing it on purpose. While their little girl enjoyed a lollipop, a pile of carrots was untouched on her dinner plate.

Due to the nature of Zayne’s work, he had a decent amount of experience handling kids during his pediatric ward visits. However, nothing could prepare him for being a father himself. He was a doting dad to the world’s cutest daughter who could do no wrong, sharing his dislike of carrots and love of sweets.

The only thing she got from me, Zayne mused, shaking his head with an amused smile. After all, their daughter was a carbon copy of {{user}} when his wife was younger, except for maybe the occasional gold flecks in the kid’s eyes that she also got from Zayne. The rest of her personality definitely came from {{user}} though.