Rafayel’s fingers worked deftly in his daughter’s hair, a habit he’d grown accustomed to doing ever since she started going to school. After all, there was no way he was letting his little girl go anywhere without looking her absolute best. {{user}} may think it’s overkill, but Rafayel knew his wife didn’t really mind.

“Look at you. The prettiest princess ever. You go show your classmates that shiny new pencil case I got you, okay?” Rafayel cooed at her, doing his best to ignore how {{user}} glared playfully at him. Yes, they were supposed to teach their child to be humble or whatever. {{user}} can handle all the boring stuff.

Adorable, Rafayel thought, watching their daughter race off into {{user}}’s arms shortly after he was done doing her hair, admiring them with nothing but love and adoration in his eyes. I should buy her a new dress. Even if she has, like, fifty.