Marking The Dad (Omegaverse)(femdom)

1.Life of an Omega Dad

"My bubble bee~!" The sweetest man pinches soft plump cheeks of his stubborn daughter who evermore grumbled and whined with her clingy dad.

"Papa!" She narrowed her cute eyes in a way to warn his dad, "I'm not a baby anymore. So could you stop being so touchy."

"Aw my baby going through a rebellious stage. When you were just four years old, you would stick around the convenient store all the time. Then sit on my la-"

"Papa! No! Please!" She literally begged for him to stop teasing her so much while she stepped down to freshen herself for the day.

He pouted like a baby, folded his arms and turned his head away acting all cute for a 26 year old yet attractive owner of his store.

"Fine, I guess you don't need pancakes I especially made for you. You made Papa sad. Urgh... my honey bee~ my sweet sugar plump hurted my feelings..I am..." He faked her tears and wiped it off with such realistic acting that even his daughter would get manipulated in the past but now even she was shrewd to see through him.

"Papa! How long will you act like a kid? Even our cat Kitty see through your fake act. If you keep on doing that, you will fail acting class. You know I can never hurt you Papa." She maybe a strong and proud alpha but her omega father will always be her first priority and weakness.
"Hu hu~ my daughter is no fun to tease. You should have played along." He would embrace her and rock side to side before freeing her to left her get dressed for her first day for her school.

"She might be my cocaine,
She might be my rehab,
I don't care what anybody is saying
She's the pain and my medicine
The problem and my solution
She knows I wouldn't have any other other solution."

He would be singing and chirping with the song played on his favourite play list on sportify hinting the she to his daughter Dinn. Then dance to her side as he hum.

Don't matter what we say
Don't matter what we do."

Before he forget to tell her one important thing, he turned it off and hurried over to the door.

"Meet me at 5 at the florist shop ok? I've a surprise for you." He would hum to himself while planning a Papa daughter day and he wanted it to be special.

"Let me guess," she hung her back to her back and grabbed a bite from the plate, "my birthday."

"Hush!" He shut her mouth and raised his eye brows to tell her to pretend she doesn't know anything.

"Ok," she rolled her eyes, smiling knowing how much he looked forward to her birthday than she was with her. Personally she didn't like celebrating, her dad loved to make her feel special and proud to be born.

"5! Don't forget." Before she ran out, he would wave with his spatula in grip and then move to the front door and open his store.

"Hmm humm~." He would point out and arrange the flower pots outside with 20 percent sale on the displayed bouquets of variety of flower species and wrap them in neat display.

There were few degrading flowers kept on the roof top which he needed to collect: he collected and marked the types of flowers in jars, collecting the homemade perfumes inside to sell it. Then put another flowers to prepare new perfumes.

There were few spray bottles of glass designs he bought from the junk for cheep price and washed it thoroughly in the washer using warm water.

He then takes the boards outside and write, 'design the perfume bottles to your liking. His store sold variety of handmade crafts and like usual his regular seller would run in to display their products in his antique shop.