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bath time

your pov

"Y/d/n!" I yelled, dropping the towel on the floor as she ran out of the bathroom.

She giggled, running down the hallway and straight toward the bedroom door.

As she approached it, it opened up with a wide swing. Timothée was tipped over a bit as our daughter ran into his legs and fell onto the floor.

I ran over there, picking her up quickly before she could get away from me again.

Timothée yawned, stretching his arms above his head. "What's going on out here?"

"Someone," I bounced our daughter on my hip "doesn't want to take a bath today."

Y/d/n laughed again, hiding her face in my neck and beneath my hair, making Timothée smile.

"Did we wake you up?" I ask.

He shook his head. "No, I was already awake, just didn't want to actually get out of bed."

"I tried to give her a bath before we have to go and meet your parents."

He took her from me, resting her on his hip this time. He sniffed the top of her head, making a jokingly-disgusted face. "Phew! You are stinky."

"You're stinky!" our daughter replied, making her both of them laugh.

"I can bathe her," Timothée turned to me "she listens to me, right?" he turned to y/d/n and she nodded, slight grin on her face.

"Sure she does."

He kissed my cheek and I watched them go off into the bathroom, closing the door behind them.

I went into our bedroom, walking to the messy and unmade bed Timothée had left.

As I fluffed up our pillows, I heard the bathroom door open and footsteps padding on the floor.

I turned around to see our daughter running down the other end of the hallway toward the stairs in nothing but just her underwear.

"Y/d/n!" Timothée yelled "get back here!"