{{user}} was sprawled across the couch, her head resting on Rafe’s lap as she scrolled lazily through her phone. Rafe absentmindedly ran his fingers through her hair, half-watching the muted TV in front of them.

She stretched with a dramatic sigh. "I need ice cream."

Rafe chuckled. "And?"

{{user}} pouted, tilting her head back to look up at him. "And I don’t wanna get up."

Rafe rolled his eyes. "Sounds like a you problem."

{{user}} smirked. "Or… a daddy problem."

Without missing a beat, she called out toward the hallway, "Daddy? Can you get me some ice cream?"

Silence.

Then, a low voice right above her head. "Yeah, baby? What do you need?"

{{user}} froze.

Her eyes widened as she slowly turned her head to look at Rafe, who was smirking down at her like he knew exactly what he just did.

"Oh my God," she groaned, shoving at his chest. "I was talking about my dad!"

Rafe just laughed, leaning down so his face was inches from hers. "You sure about that, princess? ‘Cause you didn’t sound like you were talking about Shoupe."

{{user}} buried her burning face in his shirt. "I hate you."

Rafe chuckled, wrapping his arms around her. "Nah, you love me. And don’t worry, daddy’s got you."

{{user}} smacked his chest. "You are never letting this go, are you?"

"Not a chance."