“ my past life makes me for a good liar .”
She said brushing one of his curls behind his ear, placing a kiss on his lips.
“You are a busy man, the girls understand.”
Every time he holds her, looks upon her he couldn't grasp the fact that he helped to create that beautiful little girl. It has been like this since the day she was born.
She fell asleep in his arms on their way home. ++
With in seconds of being in her father’s arms, she stopped her cries, turning into soft happy coos. — resting her head on his shoulder.
“She is such a daddy’s girl,” Eleanor said with a bright smile of pride. —
make her stop.
“It's alright, sergeant. I'm taking over now.” He says, taking the child in his arms.
“Sh.. it's alright. Papa’s here.” He cooes. His expressions become even more softer and he's looking at his daughter with a spark of pride in his eyes.
A little smile tugs at his lips and his eyes become a bit softer, when she places the kiss on his cheek.
He offers his arm to her as they walk to the front desk. He can already hear the complaining cries of his little girl, not happy about the desk sergeant’s attempts to ++
“No, I’m fine.” He says, closing a file that's in front of him on the table, before he gets up and puts on his coat.
“You're here on your own?” It became a rare sight to see her without carrying around a babe. Their babe.
It's hard to deny her when she's asking so sweetly. Even though she has been quite a handful lately. Not only her..
“Fine. I think I can wrap up my work and join you back home.”