Y/n's P.O.V.
For the past eight months, my husband, Brandon, has been touring, leaving me with our three year old daughter, Emily.
"Hungry!" Emily whined, walking out into the kitchen beside me. I put Emily in her highchair, and gave her some goldfish.
"Yummy," I laughed, stealing one of the fish and seating myself next to her.
"Hey!" she yelled, joining in on the laughter soon after. Emily then stopped laughing, and her attention was aimed towards the front door. "Dada!"
"No, sweetie. Daddy's not here," I frowned, getting up to clean off Emily's fingers.
A pair of hands wrapped around my waist. "Are you sure about that?" a voice asked.
"BRANDON!" I screamed, jumping up into his arms.
"Hey, babe!" he grinned, kissing my lips passionately. "How's my babygirl doing?" Brandon grabbed Emily out of her highchair, and swung her onto his right side.
"Daddy!" she giggled as Brandon booped her nose.
"Awe, I love you guys," Brandon hugged us both before taking Emily and I into our living room to watch movies and catch up.
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