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You know that one moment where you wish this moment could never go away. Well I'm kinda in that moment with my daughter who I very much adore.
I mean who would want to adore their daughter? "Love, are you okay?" Konstine asked, running around the park with our daughter.
I gave him a thumbs up not saying anything because of so much giggling going around.
I just want to tell Massimo where i'm at. I Just can't tell him and say, 'Massimo, I'm in Turkey with the russian leader who in fact is giving me his mafia, after our daughter dies he doesn't think he can do any mafia work. The most important peace is that I have a daughter and I just want to spend time with him.' Yeah no.
That's something I can't do, man would be furious. He's been so desperate that he's even been taking kons mens as hostages to tell him where we are at.
Moments like these should be chrish. Spending time with your daughter who I thought was dead. I was so careless that he kept her away from me, at the same time I understood. He knew I knew she was dead. I wouldn't even have believed him.
"Don't you just look so beautiful." Kon complemented out of the blue, catching his breath from all the running with our daughter on his lap. "Mar, gimme some love." She is my everything. It'll hurt when she's gone, i'm just spending all the time with her.
I brought her to my lap giving her some little pecks around her face. "Okay, give me a pose, my girls." I stopped giving her my pecs of love, turning to Kon who had his phone out ready to take a picture.
He took about dozens, like jeez.
"Awe, don't you guys look cute together." A random lady said, she was walking toward us. "And who's this little one?" I looked over at Kon who's ready to push her away from Dill. I gave him a nod. "She's our daughter, Mardlinna."
"How long have you been together?" She continued to ask. I was going to say something, Kon decided to answer, "5 years," I gave him the galre. Why would he say that? We hear shouting on the swings, "Well my granddaughter is calling me, have a nice day gentleman." She then left to her granddaughter.
I punished him in the arm, "Ow, why would you do that?" He rubs his arm then spoke again, "I forget how rough you like to be with me." I was about to do it again, Mar decided to speak, "Daddy, are you okay?" She went over to him and rubbed his arm from the hit I gave him.
