It was rare he had any time for you.

Moments that he could give you

his undivided attention.

Caught up in the chaos,

there wasn't a lot of times that he could

just relax at home.

He mostly wasn't present

and you were left to your own devices.

"Oh what is that huh?"

He entertained your child like state

as you lined up your favourite stuffies on

the bed to show him,

a toothy smile on your face.

In nothing but his sweats,

his bare chest on display,

he smoothed his hand over your head,

a grin forming on his mouth at how excited you were over the most simple things.

"This is lana and luna"

You told him the names of your stuffies,

pressing them into his hands,

only satisfied if he would actually pay

attention to them.

"And this is mikey and jack"

"Jack?"

He raised an eyebrow at you amusedly.

"Named one after daddy hm?"

"No"

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

"You're daddy"

"Yeah,

But daddy's name is Jack sweetheart"

He told you.

"No it's not"

You insisted.

"Daddys name is daddy"

"No,

Baby girl"

He chuckled lowly.

"What's daddys real name?"

"Daddy"

You answered him.

Rolling his eyes at your innocence,

he pushed your stuffies to the side,

pulling you closer to him,

intense blue eyes looking down on you.

"What do people call daddy hm?"

"Daddy?"

You guessed.

"Sir?"

"No"

He told you firmly.

"They call me Jack.

Daddy's name is Jack Napier...

You should know that"

"That's a terrible name"

You declared.

"I like daddy much better"

"Oh?"

He gasped animatedly,

like he was offended,

making you giggle softly.

"You think daddy's name is terrible huh?"

"Uh huh"

You giggled as he smirked at you,

his hand on the side of your face,

pressing his lips against yours

as he kissed you.

"You little brat.

Why don't 'cha say that shit when

I'm fucking you hm?"