He sat across from her at the small kitchen table and watched her scarf down her waffles. "Daddy, these are good!" She cheered. He gasped, she just called him daddy and it came out so naturaly. "Good sweet heart, enjoy." He cooed. "Do you want some, daddy?" She asked. She did it again, this time he smiled, "No, baby I'm okay." He replied. She held out a small piece on her fork, "You don't know what you're missing!" She sang. He chuckled and took it from her fork. It was soaked in syrup but decent. A moment later she was finished, "I'm stuffed." She said contently. She hoppedd out of her chair and walked over to him, "Look at my belly, daddy." She giggled. He brought his hand to her stomach and rubbed it gently, "What a beautiful belly." He sighed, "Let's go clean you up." He stood to his feet and led her to the bathroom.
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