You desperately didn't want to be alone.

Doing everything you could think of to stop him from leaving you at the apartment that night,

waking up earlier than him to plan it out

and to put that plan into motion.

Coughing softly,

you exaggerated it for extra affect,

coming out of the bedroom and stepping into

the hallway in your cute little pyjamas,

a hint of red blush on your nose to make it look

like you really did have a cold.

"What's up with you hm?"

His eyes fell onto you as he appeared in the doorway to his office,

leaning against the frame.

"You coming down with something baby girl?"

"I feel so sicky daddy"

You answered him quietly like you usually

would if you had a cold,

clutching you favourite stuffie close to your chest.

"My tummy hurts and my head.

And my nose is all red,

and I sound really weird when I talk

because I'm so sick.

See?"

He caught onto your bluff right away,

deciding to go along with it to see how long

you were willing to carry a lie.

"Oh?"

He raised an eyebrow at you sceptically.

"You're sick huh?

You sound fine to me sweetheart"

"Well..."

You trailed off into a short silence,

trying to think of something convincing to say.

"I think its only a mild cold or one of those

twenty four hour thingies-"

"Nice try little girl"

He scoffed,

rolling his eyes at your innocence.

"I'm still going wether ya like it or not.

Why don't cha get ready for bed hm?

Make it easy for me for once"

"I am sick dada!"

You protested,

taking his hand into yours and

pressing it against your forehead like

he always did when you looked like you

were coming down with something.

"See?

I'm burning up!"

"You're not burning up"

He sucked his teeth in annoyance,

pulling his hand away from you.

"Now get ready for bed alright?

I'm giving you ten seconds and you better

get 'cha little ass in that bathroom before

I have to tell you again"