Michael Clifford's little girl

Daddy To The Rescue

"Wake up honey, it's nearly one in the afternoon." Daddy said quietly.
I groaned and snuggle into my blankets more.
"The longer you sleep the less time you'll have to play."
My eyes shot open and I slowly looked at him.
"I knew that'd get you." He laughed.

I stood up and he lifted me out of my crib.
"Let me get you changed and make you some breakfa-well, it'd be lunch at this point- then you can play."
I giggled while he laid me on the changing table.
I kept wiggling around cause I just wanted to go play already!
"The sooner you sit still the sooner you can go have fun, ok?"
"I wanna go daddy!"
"I know you do sweetie but just let daddy do this."
It was a struggle but he was finally able to get me changed.

I sat down at the table and waited impatiently for my food.
I bounced up and down in my seat, whining occasionally.
"Baby, stop that."
I stopped whining but I continued bouncing.

He set down a plate of toast with orange slices and a sippy cup of chocolate milk.
He fed me and I was finally free!
"Thank you daddy!" I said quickly.

I ran into the living room and crashed into my pile of stuffies, hugging several of them instantly.
He followed shortly after and sat down on the couch.

I was so excited to be with my stuffies! I picked one up and flailed it around a bunch, it's what I do when I'm little and excited.

"Honey, will you be okay if daddy goes and works on some stuff he has to do?"
I nodded and he went down into the basement with his guitar and a note pad.

I turned on the TV to My Little Pony and continued to happily swing my stuffie around.
I babbled to myself and looked at the screen with doe eyes.

I tossed my stuffed Eeor in the air over and over again, I was having so much fun. But, my fun came to an abrupt end when I heard something rip and saw stuffing on the couch.

"Daddy!!" I yelled.

MICHAEL

I Looked up from my note pad cause I thought I heard something and sure enough, Alyssa comes running down the stairs with tears in her eyes.

"Oh my goodness baby what's wrong? Are you hurt?" I asked while she hurried over to me.
"I not but Eeor is!"
I set my guitar down and tooled the damaged stuffed animal from her hands.

"Sweetie you played a little too rough." I said gently.
"I knows b-but I was having so much fun!"
God she's really stressed out by this.
"Can you fix him daddy?"
I looked at her. She had the saddest look on her little face, I couldn't say no.
"Yes I can baby."
My nan taught me how to sew a couple years ago, I'm kind glad I actually have to do it now.

We went upstairs and into the living room.
Nan bought me a pocket sized sewing kit, I'm glad I kept it since.

"Ok honey, daddy will fix him right up for you. Can you go play and I'll bring him to you when he's ready?"
She shook her head, "I wan make sure he's okays."
I smiled at her innocence and started the process.

She sat next to me and watched as she bit her nails with nervousness.
"Baby relax, I know what I'm doing."
She leaned back in her seat and quietly apologized.

After not even 5 minutes, Eeor was fixed.
"I'm done princess."
She smiled with sparkling eyes and snatched him from my hands.
"Hey hey hey careful, wouldn't wanna hurt him again." I reminded her.
"Oh yeah! Sorry."

We laughed and she gave me the tightest hug.
"Thank you thank you thank you daddy!"
I kissed her soft pink cheek, "anything for you little one."

She hopped off the couch and ran around the living room squealing.
"Remember to be gentle baby."
"I know daddy"

I smiled and went back downstairs to finish up my writing.

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SORRY THIS WAS SO SHORT! But it's an idea I wanted to do for a long time, hope you liked it!

QOTC: Are you a Dom, sub, or switch?
A: since I'm bisexual I'm a total sub for boys but with girls I'm a switch (but more sub)