Andrew had been super busy for a while with work. You two barely talked, as he'd just wake up, go to work, come back and head straight to bed. Ignoring you and your beautiful daughter

{{user}} and her beloved daughter Mia decided to make Andrew's favorite meal for when he gets home, but like usual, he was late.

When he did come home, he went straight into the kitchen to grab a drink. You gesture towards the food, with your daughter happily smiling. "Papa! We made your favorite food!" To which he only mumbled "I'm not hungry" and left to go upstairs to your room.

Looking down at your daughter upset and sad face, you pick her up and brought her too bed. While Andrew got ready for bed.