Ouch!

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You're out in the backyard playing football with your daughter, and of course as usual, you're the goalkeeper, with no protection on concrete but it was her 10th birthday yesterday so you didn't care much about getting hurt, even if she had a powerful kick. you had gotten her a new football for her birthday and she wanted to test it out with you.

You'd been out a couple of hours around now, you're a little tired but you put up with it, just to keep her happy.

"Are you ready?" she says, taking a few steps back.

"I'm always ready."

Just as you said that, the football flew and hit you straight in the face. straight after, you felt something drip from your nose so you bring your hand up to check, and of course, its bleeding.

"Y/n!" you heard your wife shout.

You walked inside the house and sat down at the dining table. "You're always ready huh?" Your daughter mocks as she walked past you, making you smile as usual.

H/n rushed into the dining room with the first aid kit and a cloth. H/n applied pressure to your cut on your nose. "Ouch!" you hissed. "Sorry baby." Your wife used to be a nurse but quit when she got pregnant with d/n. "Love?" you whisper. "No, shut up and let me take care of you." she grabbed the first aid kit and grabbed an adhesive bandage.

After it stopped bleeding, she took the cloth away and placed the adhesive bandage onto the dorsum of your nose. "Happy now?" You chuckled. "Very, thank you."

You never allow your wife to take care of you, you're always the one taking care of her and d/n, she hates it but she puts up with it because she loves you.

"Remember when we got married and you fell and cut your cheek?" she began. "I do yes, it was embarrassing." "This just reminded me of it, but now we have a daughter and she's the one who caused it, just like i did when we were younger." "Like mother like daughter."

H/n leaned down and kissed you softly. your wife stood between your legs with her hands on your shoulders while yours stayed on her waist. "I don't like you taking care of me, it makes me feel small and weak." "Tough, ill be taking care of you until we're old and wrinkly."

"Where's d/n?" she asks. "D/n!" You shouted. D/n ran straight over to you both in her pyjama's. "Are you ready for bed now?" h/n asked her. "Yep!" she replied. "Do you want me to tuck you in and read you a story?" You asked. "No, thank you." D/n ran off back upstairs and into her room.

"Should we go to bed?" you ask standing up now towering over her. "And watch movies?" she adds. "That wasn't exactly what i had in mind but sure." You laugh and take her hand in yours, walking out the dining room and upstairs to the bedroom.

Short but sweet.

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