It was getting late you and Kenan were sat on the sofa cuddling and your daughter paisley was sat on the floor playing with her dollies.
"Shall I take her to bed" Kenan whispers to you and you nod. "Paisley, baby you gotta go to bed" you said. "NO" she shouts throwing her dolly.
You and Kenan sit up "erm Paisley Mae" you say, she pouts at you. "Come on baby daddy will carry you up" Kenan says to her. "I want milky" paisley says crossing her arms. You look at Kenan, "daddy will bring you up some warm milk" he says, she nods. "Go up then baby" you say and she runs upstairs with her dollies.
Kenan kisses your lips, "she looks just like her daddy but acts like her mommy" he says. You nudge him "I don't act like that" you say. "You do baby" he says laughing. You look at him "she got her mommy's attitude" he says leaning forward to kiss your lips. "Go and do her some milk" you say pouting. "Yes ma'am" he says, kissing your cheek.
