matt had always been adamant that he wasn’t cut out to be a girl dad. he had this image in his head of being the typical dad to a rough-and-tumble boy, teaching him sports and all the things he loved. but that changed the moment he laid eyes on her—his little girl, aurora. she was only two years old, with wide, curious eyes and soft curls framing her face. her name suited her perfectly, as if she was the dawn itself, bringing light into his life. from that moment on, he was wrapped around her tiny finger, loving her more than he ever thought possible.

one morning, you woke up and immediately noticed the absence of matt beside you in bed. you glanced over at the crib, but aurora wasn’t there either. a slight panic rose in your chest, but you quickly brushed it aside. quietly, you made your way downstairs, wondering where they could be.

as you descended the steps, the soft murmur of voices floated up to meet you. rounding the corner into the kitchen, the scene before you made you smile. there, sitting in her highchair, was aurora, happily munching away on what looked suspiciously like a cookie. and leaning against the kitchen counter, casually enjoying another cookie, was matt, a playful grin on his face.

“for breakfast? really?” you asked, a mix of amusement and disbelief in your voice.

matt just shrugged, eyes sparkling with mischief. "what can i say? she asked, and i couldn’t say no."

aurora giggled, as if she knew they were caught red-handed in their little morning conspiracy. you couldn’t help but shake your head. these two—your partner and your daughter—always seemed to be up to something.