Mr Bodyguard

|Bonus|

This was long overdue.

In honour of reaching 4 million reads, here's a bonus chapter <3

- Lucifer - 

Don't fall for it

Don't fall for it

Don't fall for it

"Pretty please?"

Fuck it. 

"Of course darlin'," I accept my little girls request. Not like I had any choice, the second she looks up at me with eyes identical to Dior I'm at her disposal. And it doesn't help that the 'pretty pleases' now run in my family, all the kids know it fucking gets me every time. They're smart as hell that's for sure. 

I slowly and reluctantly handed my two-year-old daughter another mini donut, knowing my wife will be so fucking mad ( or at least her version of mad which isn't even that mad ) that I've given her six donuts. Someone is definitely not sleeping tonight. 

She giggled excitedly, her words only legible to me and those who can understand her baby talk. 

"You're gonna get me into trouble again London, I can feel it."

She ignored me, nibbling on her little treat with absolutely no care in the world. 

London. My tiny princess was born two years ago and has had me wrapped around her little fingers since. I always heard about the soft spot every father has for his daughter, but I never imagined it being so strong to the point where I would quite literally do anything just to put a smile on her face. She reminds me way too much of her mama, the same big eyes, the same freckles, the same dimples. Even her personality mirrors Delilah. She's so gentle and shy, always hiding behind my leg when we meet new people and cuddling her older brother until she falls asleep. London hasn't got a bratty bone in her body, she's completely and utterly perfect. I just pray it stays like that for the rest of her life. I'm sure she'll be just as perfect when she grows up. As long as she doesn't speak to boys, there will be no problems!

"I've gotta ask mama to be my valentine, it's coming up soon," I said, and I swear she fucking understands. 

Yes, I still ask Delilah to be my valentine. It makes her happy, so I never stopped. 

London paused her baby talk and looked directly at me, then proceeded to mumble random shit. 

"You wanna be my valentine too?"

She giggled. 

"I'll get you flowers darlin'. But no chocolate, these donuts are enough."

"Donuts?"

Oh shit. 

"Don't tell your mama, I mean it Angelo," I whispered seriously when my oldest child ran into the living room and towards me. 

"Will I get a donut if I keep it a secret?" he asked curiously. 

"Come here," I pulled him onto my lap and handed him one, his eyes glowing as he impatiently took large bites. I chuckled quietly, watching my two children eat donuts with me in the living room, and hiding from mama.

"I made a new friend today papa," he told me once he swallowed his last bite. 

"Good job little man, what's his name?"

"Her name is Annie," he explained, his face going slightly red as he hid his face in my chest. 

I smirked. My boy has his first crush.