"What the fuck are ya doing?"

He walked in abruptly after a long night

of deals at the club,

intense blue eyes falling onto you lying

on the floor with some pillows.

"Pretending to give birth"

You smiled at him excitedly,

getting up to rush into his arms.

"It's so fun daddy"

"Give what?"

He scoffed,

looking at you like you were crazy.

"Birth"

You mumbled into his chest,

wrapping your arms around his waist and breathing in his scent before looking up at him.

"Can we have a baby dada?"

"No"

He shut you down immediately,

prying your little hands from him and

moving you to the side gently,

taking off his suit Jacket and loosening his tie,

knowing that it was just another one of the

many phases you would go throw,

growing obsessed with an idea before

moving onto the other.

"I think you're hard enough to handle as it is hm?"

"But it would be so cute"

You breathed out,

trying to convince him.

"And we could buy him cute outfits

and dress him up and-"

"What makes ya think it would be a boy huh?"

He cut you off,

side glancing at you for moment.

"Don't be silly daddy"

You giggled softly.

"Of course it would be a boy.

You don't handle girls very well"

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

He sucked his teeth.

"Look,

Its not a toy little girl.

Its a fucking baby.

Last week you were begging me to buy

you a princess dress and

now you want a fucking child?

I don't think so sweetheart.

I'll get you a toy one,

how bout that huh?"

"With all the accessories?"

You asked him curiously.

"All the accessories"

He smirked,

rolling his eyes at your innocence when

you squealed in excitement,

rushing off to your bedroom to find

your favourite stuffie.

"Daddy said I can get a doll!

It's going to be so cute.

I'm going to dress it up and feed it

and change its diapers!"

"Baby?"

He muttered under his breath sarcastically.

"As if you're not enough already...

Little brat"