"Dada?"

You breathed out,

an irritated sigh leaving his mouth

as soon as he heard your little voice,

answering his phone without

taking a look at the screen,

sat in his office back at the club between deals,

smoking a cigarette at his desk.

"Baby"

He told you lowly.

"I thought daddy told you not to keep calling huh?

Where's your nona?"

"Nona..."

You thought about it,

taking the phone with you to the hallway

to see her from the archway,

standing in the kitchen to make

you something for dinner.

"In the kitchen"

"Can you give the phone to her doll?"

He ran a hand over his face tiredly,

rolling his eyes at your innocence,

how slow you were at doing

the most basic of tasks but you were

his little girl so he tried to be patient with you.

"I want to talk to dada"

You insisted,

climbing into the bottom of the wardrobe

in one of the bedrooms and closing yourself in,

trying to hide from your nona to avoid her noticing that you were calling Jack again even though

he was busy and you knew not to.

"Alright"

He chuckled lowly,

placing another cigarette between his lips

and lighting it,

pressing his shoulder to his neck

to hold the phone to his ear.

"Just a few minutes hm?"

"Daddy,

all of my toys have dissapeared"

You told him quietly,

whispering to avoid being caught.

"What do ya mean?"

He scoffed.

"They're in ya bedroom baby"

"No, daddy"

You sighed softly,

like he just wasn't getting it.

"My crayons aren't there.

And some of my dolls aren't where they should be"

"You probably left them lying around somewhere"

He suggested,

lifting the glass of whiskey to his lips,

taking a mouthful.

"Look on the landing.

You're always leaving your shit lying around.

It's like a fucking kindergarten"

"Do you think nona stole them?"

You asked him curiously,

your imagination running wild with you.

"It's not my fault my daddy buys

me the prettiest dolls.

Why can't she get her own?

It's not fair"

"She didn't steal them little girl"

He told you firmly.

"You can't go around accusing people

of stealing ya shit.

I pay her good money to take care of you

so keep ya little mouth shut hm?

You've gone through six nanny's already"

"I want my dada..."

You whispered.

Sucking his teeth in annoyance,

he checked the watch on his wrist,

not long before a deal and

you were still taking up his time.

"I know sweetheart,

alright?"

He coaxed you.

"Daddy will be back soon.

Why don't cha get out of the closet

and go watch a movie or something?

You want cuddles?

daddy will give ya lots

if you be a good girl for me"

"Am love you dada"

You gave in sadly,

tempted by his offer of unlimited

cuddles if you were good.

"Okay baby"

He grinned but you couldn't see it.

"See ya tonight hm?"

Waiting until the line went dead,

you stared down at the screen,

pining for him in your heart but it was no use.

He wasn't going to come home just so that you didn't feel a little lost for a while.

Pushing open the closer door,

you crawled out and got onto your feet,

wandering down the hallway and stopping in the archway to the kitchen to watch your nona.

"Where were you?

Did I hear a certain someone

talking to her daddy again?"

She teased you playfully,

a soft smile forming on her mouth.

"Why don't you come and help me with the cupcakes?"

"Otay..."

You answered her quietly,

as if you weren't fussed wether

she let you help her or not

but inside,

your little heart was thrilled.

Taking out the stepping stool,

you pushed it to the counter,

stepping onto it and smiling cutely.

"Lets make cupcakes nona!"