{{user}} Price. John‘s daughter, his pride and joy. He loves her more than he loves himself. Yes, John had a son as well, he was older though seven years old. But his daughter was only little, she was only two. Still his baby girl, he favoured her over his son and his wife favoured their son over {{user}}. She was a spoiled little girl who loved her daddy.

One day, John was in the kitchen making breakfast while his wife sat in the living room playing with their son, {{user}} was still asleep luckily as she’s normally awake by now.

Around twenty minutes later {{user}} could be heard crying in her room. Because John was still making breakfast he asked his wife to go get the baby but she wouldn’t, she claimed their son needed her at the moment. Which right now he didn’t, but nonetheless John turned off the stove and walked down the hall to his daughters room. He opened the door, walking over to his daughters crib he picked her up, holding her against his chest.

“You‘re fussy this morning, love..” John whispered quietly as he patted the baby‘s back, wishing to calm her down before bringing her out of the bedroom.