!Trigger warning! Scenes of torture to follow…
Rebel
The next morning, I was awoken by wet kisses and giggling. “Morning daddy’s princess. Did you miss me?” I ask as I open my eyes and hold Zia. “Dada,” she answers and giggles. “I thought you could sleep in a bit, but this little madam was too impatient,” Trish says, putting a tray of food down next to me. Then she takes Zia so I can eat.
“Thank you, my princesses,” I say and kissed both their cheeks. “Is Dom up yet?” “Yes, he just came downstairs now. Are you leaving again?” “In a bit. We still have a lot to do,” I say and she nods. Zia tries to steal my food while Trish and I talk, and I just let her. After a while, she fell asleep in my arms and that is when I realized it was almost noon. I really need to head out, but I love being
