Upon reaching their mansion, Amayra was wide awake. Being lifted by her daddy, they entered the mansion where her nanny was waiting to give her a relaxing bath. Dinner was also prepared. Barq dropped Amayra on the couch and he too sat down, closing his eyes. The day had been really hectic for him, both physically and mentally. He needed much rest and peace.
"Daddy, I don't want to take a bath," Amayra says, whining as she hates taking baths in the late evenings. With her small fists, she clenches his shirt, grabbing his attention. With tired and weary eyes, he opens his eyes and shakes his head. "Fine, no one is going to take you for a bath," he says, making her nod. He softly caresses her head. He motions to her nanny to set up the dining table; his princess must be hungry. Amayra clings to him like a teddy bear. He also wraps his arms around her.
Barq, tired, stood up with his daughter in his arms. He marched upstairs with his coat in his other hand. Reaching his room, he dropped her onto the bed. She sat down and took his phone, playing some games on it. Meanwhile, he grabbed his fresh pair of tank top and sweatpants and went to the bathroom for a short, relaxing shower. He rubbed his hands over his face. While he was in the bathroom, his daughter called out to him, "daddyyy... I am hungry," she said, ready to cry.
Being a single parent was not an easy job for him to look after a kid 24x7 is really a tough job. Wrapping the towel, he calls back, "coming, love," he says while she pouts and huffs her cheeks. Amayra gets a bit angry whenever she is hungry, and her daddy knows this. Amayra sniffs at her growling stomach.
She steps off the bed with big fat tears rolling down her eyes. She runs to bang on the bathroom door, meanwhile he unlocks the door, causing her to collide with his legs and fall backwards with a thud. He hisses and quickly lifts her up, while she cries loudly. "It's alright amor, daddy is here," he says, soothing her. Meanwhile, her stomach growls again.
"Daddy, there is a monster in my tummy!" she says, sniffing. Barq can't help but chuckle, but just to tease her more, he says, "Oh no princess, it seems like the monster is hungry and angry!" This makes her gasp with fear.
"What if he eats me from the inside?" she asks, shivering with fear. Barq presses his lips together to suppress his chuckle. "Then we will need to operate on your tummy!" he says with concern, making her frown and yelp in fear. She wraps her tiny hands around his neck and cries even more, while he chuckles and caresses her hair. "Amor, it's okay, you are just hungry," he says, shaking his head. He leads her directly to the dining area and makes her sit down. Making small morsels, he feeds her.
Anayra cutely sniffs and glares at her daddy, who smiles handsomely and kisses her forehead. "Stop smiling," she commands, making him nod in agreement. With just a few morsels, Amayra was done. She pouted and shook her head. Clinging to his chest again, she yawned while he ate his dinner.
Meanwhile, her nanny slowly approached him. "Boss, I won't be able to continue my job," she says softly, making Barq pause in his actions. He turns to her, raising his eyebrows. "And why is that so? Is the pay not enough?" he asked in his gruff voice. She shook her head. While he hummed and asked, one hand patting Amayra's back, he paused with the other.
"My marriage has been fixed," she says, ducking her head down with a blush. He softly smiles and congratulates her. "Congratulations. I am sorry for any inconvenience caused to you by my words. Also, let me know if you need anything, alright?" He says politely, making her smile with respect. "Just your well wishes, boss," she says, smiling.
He smiles and nods. "Once again, congratulations and best wishes to you and your married life, dear. Also, a small task for you: assign another nanny on your behalf. Once you find a suitable candidate, send me her details, alright?" He asks softly, making her nod. "Right away, boss. Thank you. Good night," she says as her job ends here, as Anayra is asleep now. He gives a curt nod and mumbles a good night.
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His Second Wife
RomancePart of Wattpad Creator Programe. "Dadda" calls his smallest, cute daughter who is around 5 years old. Her dadda turns around, chopping the fine pieces of fruit. His eyes sparkle as he sees his cute little bean. "Yes, amor," he whispers softly, lea...