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Then she reaches up and pulls me in for a lingering kiss. “I promise I won’t breathe on you.” A sideways smile dances over her puffy lips.
“I don’t give a shit about that.” Framing her face with my palm, I turn her back, leaning in for another taste.
An abrupt knock on the door makes us both freeze.
“Hey, sorry! How do I turn on the stove? I’ve never used one like this.” Cynthia’s voice carries through.
Elena giggles. “I’ll be out in a minute!”
“Thank you.” Cynthia’s shadow shifts, then her footsteps fade.
“She’s making breakfast?” I whisper, tightening my grip on Elena’s naked skin.
“Since she was seven and I had to go to work. It was safer than Mom cooking.” She rolls her eyes.
A twinge goes through my gut making me loosen my hold.
I never would have thought Maria would end up like that.
“Don’t worry about ‘Thia. She makes the best scrambled eggs you’ll probably ever have.” Jerking her head up, she plants a fast kiss on my nose before flinging off the sheet.
With a growl, I manage to catch her around the waist and pull her back before she can escape. “Yours are the only eggs I’m thinking about scrambling this morning.”
She squeals with laughter, slipping away. “You keep talking like that and they’ll be permanently fertilized.”
I thread my fingers behind my head, fixated on her naked form. The soft swell of her hips. How her breasts bead in the cool morning sun.
But it’s her smooth lower belly that really draws my focus.
What will she look like pregnant?
My dick tents the fabric between us at the thought. “One of these days—”
Her fists prop on her waist as her lips purse.
Yet her eyes drift to the elevated linen covering my legs. “Then you get to explain how our baby would not only be Cynthia’s sibling, but also that she’s their aunt.”
Shit. My dad is gonna have a field day with that one.
“Good point. I’ll practice my speech.”
She raises her finger to point at my groin. “While you figure that out, I’m going to pee.”
When she disappears, I manage to tuck my softening dick into my jeans and shrug on a t-shirt.
As much fun as it would be to stay in bed all day, there’s also a part of me that wants to get to know my daughter.
Padding into the kitchen in bare feet, I notice her room is open. With a light tap on the door, I glance in to see her folded over a notebook, shading a new drawing.
She looks up, and I swear my heart stops when she gives me a broad smile.
“Hi, dad.” She tosses her sketchpad to the side and jumps up.
“Morning,” I barely croak past the sudden lump that has formed in my throat. “Elena tells me you’re quite the cook. She’s pretty amazing too, so that’s a huge compliment.”
“Oh man, I missed her chicken wraps. They’re the best! I was going to make breakfast, but every time I turned on the burner it just clicked. I was afraid I broke it.” She brushes past me to lead me to the counter where she already has eggs, bacon, and toast pulled out.
“It’s gas. Out here, the power can go out for a while sometimes.” I show her how to ignite the flame and adjust it.
