Naomi Madden, a renowned fashion designer, attends an upscale award ceremony celebrating her latest collection. Amidst the glitz and glamour, her past comes crashing back when she locks eyes with Ace, her long-lost ex-boyfriend who vanished six year...
"Ace." I hear my daughter call for me from outside.
I hum in response turning around. I Don't mind but I hate that she's calling me Ace.
"You wanna arm wrestle. I mean you look pretty strong, but I still think I could beat you." She says putting me in the mood.
"Oh really." I say.
"Mhm."
"Okay I'm down." I say and I follow here to the living room and we both lay on the carpet, hands in an arm wrestling position.
"Ready?" She asks.
"Princepessa the real question is are you ready?" I playfully ask.
"Oh sir since I was out of my mother women's place." She says.
I almost laugh. Almost.
"3...2...1" She counts down and we begin. Definitely wasn't expecting a six year old to be this strong, but it wasn't strong enough for me to not beat her.
Me being that person or dad, I let her win just to see her happy.
She smiles. "Told ya."she says proudly
I smile, shaking my head.
"Thought you were stong, but I was wrong. Pretty weak if you ask me. I Mean a six year almost seven old beat you. Ypu should feel ashamed" She says and I gave her the 'run' Look.
This girl...
I just did so just to play around with her.
She takes this as her chance to get up and run. I give her a few seconds to get a head start I then soon follow after her.
Damn can her little legs run. She takes the stairs and I skip a step.
She takes a left and starts making her way to the other stair case. I am extremely close to her and I gently squeeze the side of her torso letting her know I'm right behind her and she runs even faster.
A squeal escapes ger mouth.
"Momma!" She yells with giggles filling the whole house. She disappears into the lounge area, but I stand by the wall,wanting to hear what she's gonna say.
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"Momma!" I hear my daughter yell, whilst letting out a laugh. I trun my head and see her running inside.
I have never seen her run this fast in my entire life.
She climbs onto the coach and comes next to me, hands fisting the hoodie and her face digging into my arm.
"Amara." Ace says causing Amara to tighten her grip on me.
"Protect me." She says. I quickly pick her up, placing her onto my lap and wrap my arms around her small frame.
