It was in the early hours of the morning when the swish of bubbles could be heard as your daughter swam into the room. She popped her head up beside her father, staring him down like a cat ready to pounce. Why was she so excited?

The day before, Azul had promised that he would spend the whole next day with her after she complained he worked too much. So as soon as the clock struck midnight and signified the next day had begun, she was up and ready to spend the day with her dad.

Poke.

Poke. Poke.

Azul groggily woke up and turned to face Giselle who was poking his cheek repeatedly to make him wake up.

“Dad, dad, dad, dad-“

“Yes, I’m up, I’m up…” He yawned and sat up in bed.* “Giselle dear, it’s a bit too early..”

“You promised!” She huffed.