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Melanie was in the midst of comforting Belly in her room. Melanie had witnessed the embarrassing accident that happened in the back yard. Belly felt completely embarrassed, not being able to fathom all the crazy shit she messed up in a matter of a day.
Belly's sobs began to seize, feeling comforted by the presence of her older sister. Melanie held the younger girl in her arms, while she sobbed, and complained in embarrassment. Her breathing came to a steady pace, the sound of sniffles echoing through the room, every now and then.
"I'm never drinking again" Belly promised, shifting her weight, so she could look at Melanie. "I already have a pounding head ache, and the embarrassment is eating me alive"
Melanie smirked, trying to contain her laughter. "Yeah, Miss 'i like wet hair' "
Belly pulled away from her sister, a look of disbelief. "Okay, that was a one time thing She defended, flailing her arms, before dropping them back down to her sides.
Melanie couldn't help but smile, knowing she was able to cheer her up. "You weren't lying though. Wet hair is hot"
Belly jammed her finger into Melanie's chest. "See! I told you"
Melanie slowly removed Belly's finger away from her chest, sending her an underlying smirk. "I never disagreed." She nonchalantly replied. "But...I did get you to confess"
Belly's brows furrowed in confusion. "No-" her eyes shot up in realization, smacking her forehead. Belly opened her mouth to reply with something stupid, but she was interrupted by someone knocking on her bedroom door.
"Come in!" She yelled, letting who ever was on the other side, know it was okay to enter.
Their dad appeared on the other side, carefully making his way to the edge of the bed. "Hey there " he smiled. "How's my little girls"
Melanie only concluded him with a tight lip smile, while Belly began to respond. "Belly is broken now" she scrunched her nose up, feeling a sharp pain in her head. "Ow" her hand reached up to her head, holding it. "Oh, my head"
Their fathers eyes traveled over to the eldest daughter, sending her a sad smile. They haven't shared their feelings, or let alone talk to each other one on one, in a very long time. "How's my little dolphin doing?"
The nickname rolled of his tongue, taking her back to when she was a kid. He gave her the nickname, because she loved dolphins and the ocean. He was the main reason she wanted her dolphin plush so bad. It held a sentimental place in her heart. She had no reason to dislike her dad, there was just a big draft between them, causing nothing but awkward tension.
