His Second Wife

Baked love

With a puffed-up expression on her face, she once again complained to her father. Picking up a spatula, she lightly hits her father's booty. "No, daddy, you're doing it all wrong. Who likes avocados with buttercream frosting?" The little Amayra frowned at her father's playful behavior. Barq made cute faces and motioned for her to do it herself. Being as small as an elf, she glared at the kitchen counter.

Barq stifled his laughter by covering his mouth with his fist. Amayra pouted at her father, saying, "Daddy, lift me," as she opened her arms. He melted at her adorable actions and lifted her into his arms, placing her on the kitchen counter. She picked up the fresh berries and strawberries, asking her father to slice them perfectly.

"Daddy, who made you a master chef? Your taste is so terrible," Amayra said, dipping her small finger into the buttercream and licking it. It tasted delicious, and she squealed with delight.

Barq narrowed his eyes at her and said, "Don't you think you're more like my mother and less like a daughter?" He rolled his eyes. She giggled and playfully swung her legs, asking, "Will you deliver this cake to that beautiful girl's house?" She asked with enthusiasm.

"Deliver it to her house? Why? When she comes to the restaurant, I'll have it brought to her by myself," Barq shrugged, putting the final touches on the cake. It was a small, delectable cake with perfectly sliced berries and strawberries. Amayra's eyes sparkled at the sight of the cake, but a yawn escaped her lips.
She woke up earlier than her usual routine in order to bake a cake for her beloved. However, Barq was unable to cooperate due to his drowsiness. He was still very sleepy at the moment. Observing his daughter yawning, he asked, "Shall we go back to sleep, amor? It's still early." She nodded her head, also feeling sleepy now. Barq made sure to pack the cake in a small container.

Carrying Amayra in his arms, he ascended the stairs. She leaned on his shoulder, feeling drowsy, as he tucked her into bed. He too joined her, holding her close to his heart.

"Daddy, please don't forget to bring that cake and thank miss beautiful properly," she said in her sleepy voice. "Of course, my love. Now, go to sleep," he replied, gently patting her head.

"Daddy, can I come with you?" she asked, her eyes wide open. No one could tell that she was about to fall asleep! It seemed like her sleep had disappeared long ago. Barq sighed and softly declined her request.

"Daddy, pleaseeee, what if she doesn't come to work? Let's go to her house," she exclaimed, sitting up with excitement. Barq couldn't help but stare at his daughter in pure astonishment. Just a minute ago, she was sleepy, and now she was full of energy.

"She will definitely come," Barq stated, closing his eyes. He was excessively fatigued, as his daughter had awakened him earlier.
Amayra frowned and settled herself on her father's chest. He responded with a weary expression, saying, "How much energy do you have, my love? I am exhausted, I will fall asleep, daddy is tired." He made a crying face. Dealing with stubborn and mischievous children is not easy.

Barq promptly placed her on the bed and covered himself with the duvet. He simply needed rest.

Amayra was taken aback by her father's audacity. "Here, the innocent girl's wishes are not fulfilled. I am leaving, I am leaving, daddy!" Amayra exclaimed dramatically, stomping her feet cutely on the mattress.

She observed her father removing his hand from the duvet, gesturing a goodbye. He waved goodbye to her. Amayra gasped and kicked his behind, causing him to groan. "I have raised such a mischievous child," he thought, making a crying face. Meanwhile, Amayra hopped off the bed and glared at her father, who was hiding behind the duvet. She quickly went downstairs to the lounge.

To call Umayyad through the landline, she dialed his number, as he had made her memorize it. The call was answered immediately, as Umayyad knew it could only be his little monster, Amayra. "Uncle, daddy has abandoned me," she said dramatically.