You had been avoiding him touching you all day,

moving away from him every time

he would get close,

becoming stiff when he would walk up from behind you or put his arm around your shoulder.

But the truth was,

You were just feeling uncomfortable.

"What's wrong with you huh?"

He asked you lowly,

placing his hand against your forehead

to check your temperature.

"You feeling unwell baby girl?"

"I'm fine daddy..."

You held your stuffie close,

trailing off into a silence.

"Hey"

He told you firmly.

"You're usually all over me,

I can't get away from you.

Did something happen I need to know about?"

"No"

You winced softly,

feeling the cramps coming on stronger.

"You in pain or something?

Daddy can't help you

if ya don't tell me sweetheart"

"My tummy hurts"

You breathed out.

"It's embarrassing daddy..."

Lifting your cami top,

he ran his cold hand over your stomach,

sore and tender to the touch.

"It's sore"

You whispered.

"Come here"

His blue eyes softened and

you climbed into his lap,

wrapping your arms around his muscly shoulders and burying your head into his chest,

a playful growl leaving his mouth,

making you giggle.

"Who's daddy's good girl hm?"

"I am daddy"

You answered him quietly.

"Still gonna kill ya though"

He kissed your forehead roughly,

earning a faint smile from you.

"Ya little brat"