☆彡 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗹𝗳
❛ this isn't just a scarf, alright? y'know, it also doubles up as a super awesome cape. ❜
lois was waiting for superman -
not a teenage beta with a bad
attitude and a habit of wearing
...
The man smiled down at his daughter fondly. She was the very same — and rather — short nine year old with the bright grin that happened to make his life better, day-by-day. Even after nine years of growing, she hadn't really changed. He had often wondered how he was lucky enough to be blessed with something that made his world so blissful; how he had succeeded in creating something of such beauty and such awe. Then again, her mother had been involved. It was no wonder that the child was so perfect.
Lois was the spitting image of her mother.
"Because, Little Lo—" Matthew Lane chuckled as she pouted at the childhood nickname, one that would never fail in irritating her to no end, "—going to visit Stiles is for you and mommy, this time. I'll go next month,"
A whine passed her lips, "But I want you to go now!"
Lois had never been too much of a brat as a kid, perhaps quite needy as every nine year old tended to be, but whining had only ever occurred rarely. Having had parents that succeeded in raising her well, she had never been given an opportunity to whine about much. She wasn't spoilt, but hardly starved of affection.
There had never been a reason for her to act like a baby.
She may have only turned nine as little as a month prior, but Lois had seemed to grow up quickly in comparison to other children her age. It had always been like that.
