the sun was just about set as you sat down on your soft couch, your four year old patiently sat on a small pillow as you worked on giving her boho braids from her curls. she looked up at the tv, watching whatever cartoon it was that she wanted to watch.

there wasn’t many braids left to do, but she was beginning to get slightly antsy, occasionally looking up to see if her dad was home yet. it put a subtle smile on your face— subtle because it was obvious she was a daddy’s girl. all adonis did was spoil her.

a few minutes later, the familiar sound of the garage caused your daughter to perk up, looking back at you with a smile before adonis walked in. he was a bit sweaty in result of training, holding his gym bag as he approached the girls.