Bay slipped out of Sylvie’s arms to find a shirt. “Suppose we better

     Bay slipped out of Sylvie’s arms to find a shirt. “Suppose we better get going. Is Heaven ready?”     Sylvie chuckled as she perched on the edge of the bed. “She’s been in her new dress for the last two hours. I think we’ll have more trouble getting her out of it, to be honest. I had to convince her not to wear it on the train ride home.”     “Sounds about right,” he said with a laugh. “Thanks for taking her out today. Wish I could have come, but work—”     “Babe, you know I love spending time with her. We had a lovely girlie day, and I spoilt her like the little princess she is.”     Bay groaned, stepping out of the walk-in wardrobe with shirt half buttoned. “You are so setting yourself up for trouble, you know?”     “If years of fairytales and childhood films taught me anything, it’s that things don’t end well for wicked stepmothers. I’m gonna make myself her favourite,” she added, turning her nose up with a self-satisfied smile.     Bay shook his head. “I’ll remind you of that when she’s a teenager.”     “Oh, no, nuh-uh, don’t pretend you’re not the worst one for spoiling his little princess.”     “Granted, I suppose. Right.” He absently smoothed his shirt and took a deep breath. “Ready?”     “One hundred per cent.”     “…Let’s go then.” He held out a hand, only a little shakily, and Sylvie took it with an encouraging squeeze. He gently grazed her knuckles with his lips before tugging her up off the bed. She giggled, her smile bright and excited, the very opposite of his own nerves, though he tried his best to mirror it as they set off to find his just as eager daughter. || -- source link

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