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Daddy. Daddy daddy daddy.

Holy shit - Eric thought. He couldn't get that word out of his head. The way she had moaned it. The way she said it so innocently in the bathroom. The adorable way she had looked up at him when she said it. He didn't understand it, he'd heard it said a hundred times, but one time from her lips and something in him snapped.

She was his. He felt like he had been injected with this newfound dominance and need to protect her.

He stared down at the tent in his pants caused by his little girl, and sighed, hoping she would be in the bath long enough for him to fix it.

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Ann leaned her head back against the bath tub. Letting out a sigh as the hot, bubble filled bath covered her.

Daddy

She couldn't help but smile at it. That word that she loved and that fit eric so perfectly.

Daddy

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Ann emerged from the bathroom wrapped in her fluffy white towel to see Eric still in her room, Scrolling on his phone.

Looking up at he, he smiled and talked towards her

"All done?" He said, kissing the top of her head.

"Yes sir" Ann said, starting to feel little compared to him.

"Okay, I'm leave you to get dressed princess, call me if you need me." And started to talk to the door.

"Umm, daddy..can you help me?" Ann didn't know why she was saying it, she blushed, but she needed him. She felt small and helpless, and it felt right. He felt right.

Eric, a little shocked at her request, smiled saying,

"of course princess."

And took her hand to help her get dressed.

He was nervous. Scared to make her feel uncomfortable or to do something wrong, but more then that, he loved that she needed him. And felt safe enough to let him help.

He pulled out a oversized purple hoodie from her dresser and turned to see her looking up at him.

"Ready princess?" His stomach was swarmed by butterfly's as she nodded and let her towel slide to the floor.

God she was perfect.

He tried not to look as he lifted the hoodie and helped her into it. Wanting to try have some self control. But she was just perfect. Pulling the hoodie over her naked waist and hips, he noticed the white scars at the tops of her thighs. He hadn't known about this. He looked up at her from where he was kneeling and say her nervous expression, not wanting him to be mad. I'm a way he was mad, and worried, and he fully planned to talk to her about it later. But he could see the self conciseness starting to cloud her eyes.

He lowered his lips to the scars at the top of her left thigh and kissed it,

"Perfect" he whispered. He kissed ever healed cut. She was his. Every perfect, broken, scarred little piece of her would forever leave him in awe.

"Mine" he said, pressing one last kiss to skin.

Note: I found the italics button! It was a big accomplishment for me. Anyway, I hope you guys liked this chapter! 💕💕