You and Kenan are sat round the kitchen counter talking, when your daughter Paisley comes running in. "Mommy" she says. "Hi sweetie" you say, picking her up and putting her on the chair next to you. "Hi dada" she says "hi baby" he says, leaning forward to kiss her on the cheek.
Paisley looks up at him "dada, do you love mama" she asks, you and Kenan look at eachother confused. "Yes baby of course I do" he says. Paisley turns to look at you "does dada hurt you" she says, you look at Kenan "what, no why do you think that" he says.
Paisley looks at both of you. "Last night, I heard mama screaming" you and Kenan look at eachother "and banging on the wall" she says. Both of you knowing dam well what she's talking about. "Kenan talk to your daughter" you say putting your hands over your face.
Kenan laughs and looks at your daughter "dada would never hurt mama" he pauses, picking your daughter up and sitting her on his lap. "Mama and dada love eachother so much" he says looking at paisley. "Why was mama screaming then" she asks. "Well mama and dada were playing a game baby" he says to her. "Mama wasn't hurt" she asks. "No baby I wasn't" you say, she turns to look at you. "Why don't you go and pick a story and me and dada will come up and read to you before you go to bed." You say to her.
Paisley nods and Kenan helps her down, she runs off to her bedroom and Kenan walks up to you. "You gonna have to keep the noise down" he says smirking at you. "Uhh don't" you say putting your hands over you face. Kenan pulls your hands down "our little girl wants a story" he says pecking your lips, you roll your eyes and stand up. "You ain't getting none tonight" you say smiling. "Oh we both know that's a lie" he says smirking.
