Gazing up at him with those dazzling baby brown eyes, she was breath-taking as she lay on the bed they made, in a field of gold as beautiful as the song.
She had been so reserved all her life. It was wonderful to see her delight in the events that produced her JBF hair.
And as the sensations still rippled through her like the soft breeze through the fortress of reeds around her, she parted her delicate lips to speak.
“Daddy, was I a good girl?” she whispered, clutching the sheet around her at the snap of his camera.
“Yes, BabyGirl,” he said with the endless pride, present in a Daddy’s heart. “You were an angel.”
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very nice…I wanna be an angel 🙂