The Witcher and the Seawolf

Chapter 46

Farah

The little girl rolled her head over towards daddy's bed and narrowed her eyes. She turned back to the baby with the funny ears, seeing that she was also asleep. Farah liked this since she could now start her mission. She carefully got up and started to make the treacherous climb over the wooden prison her daddy put her in. He must be silly to think she couldn't climb over the tiny railings.

Once her feet were on solid ground, she made the perilous trek across the room towards her daddy's bed. He was deep asleep with his arm hanging over the side of the bed, which gave Farah easy access to the next part of her plan. "Daddy?" She said softly. Farah tugged on his sleeve slightly to help the process happen a lot faster. "Daddy?"

Daddy's eyes peeled open and he looked at her through narrow slits. "Yeah?" He said in a funny voice. "You sick, little dove?"

"No." Farah crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at him. "I'm angry."

"Oh, are you?" Daddy said with a smirk. He reached over, wrapped his right arm around her, and hauled her onto the bed. Farah tried her best not to giggle, but then daddy started to tickle her tummy which made her resolve break. Her plan was starting to fall apart at the seams. Daddy stopped after a couple of seconds and propped his head up on his hand. "What are you angry at?"

"You." She said, trying her best to mimic Daddy's look when he fought that giant rollie pollie.

"Me?" Daddy asked, his eyes went wide. "What did I do?"

"And Sabrina." She added, almost forgetting exactly why she was angry in the first place.

Daddy raised a brow and lifted her up again. Farah prepared for more tickles, but instead, daddy set her on his belly and rested his head on the pillow. "Can you explain?"

Farah huffed and crossed her arms again. "She looks at you."

"You're mad at me because Sabrina looks at me?"

"She looks at you how mama looks at you when she drinks too much of that loopy juice." Farah said. She saw daddy's lips try to wiggle out of a smile but failed miserably. "I don't like it."

"And you think I like it?" Daddy asks.

"You don't stop her." Farah replied.

Daddy sighed. "You are right. I don't stop her. And I know she looks at me the way mama does, but have you ever seen me look at her the way I look at mama?" Farah thought back on it and shook her head. "Have you ever seen me drink the, uh, loopy juice around her?" She shook her head again. "Then what has you so worried?"

Farah didn't say anything for a moment, but daddy lifted his hand, his finger extended, waiting for her to take it. She wrapped her little hand around daddy's finger, and she felt a little at ease. "I didn't see you for a while. Then mama left and you came back. When mama comes back are you going to leave again?"

"Of course not." Daddy said instantly. "You know I had to leave to take care of something. I usually leave and come back."

"But mama doesn't leave." Farah pointed out.

"Oh, I see." Daddy said softly before glancing at the crib. "Do you know how Morria can't talk yet, and sometimes it's hard for her to play the same things you want to play?" Farah nodded. "And sometimes she does things by accident, or she doesn't understand certain things?" She nodded again. "Well, when that happens, what do you do?"

"I take a break." Farah said softly.

"Exactly." Daddy said. "You take a short break, cool off, and come back refreshed, right? But you still love Morria, right?"