Alma knock quietly on Chris’ office door, shifting her weight between her feet nervously. Her brows furrow as he doesn't answer, she hand turning the doorknob as she push the door open.

“Didn't I tell you to wait until I came and got you?” He says without even looking up from the computer he's working at, his tone low and frustrated.

“But daddy,” she whine, dragging out the syllables of his title, taking a few steps towards his desk. “I missed you lots.”

“you were also being a bad girl. You know I have to get this work done, and you kept distracting me.” He replies as he spins his chair so he's facing her direction. A crease forms between his brow as he notices she worrying she bottom lip between her teeth.

“What have I told you about that?” He sighs, tugging she closer with his hands on her waist before he's reaching a hand up and freeing her lip with his thumb, swiping the pad gently back and forth along it. His expression is already soft. He's a pushover when it comes to her Always has been.

He waits for her to say ‘sorry’ before slipping his thumb into her mouth, a shiver running down his spine when her instantly run her tongue along it, sucking it happily. All the blood rushes down south from his brain, leaving him unable to focus on work.

“Guess I could spare some time to give my baby some attention. Would you like that?” she nod around his thumb, and he can barely suppress a groan. She really are going to be the death of him.