Single dad!Michael taking his little tyke everywhere with him, so when he decides he needs his hair colored, little Olivia is in a chair, playing games on her iPad while the 'pretty lady' (as she calls you) put hair dye in her daddy's hair.
"Y/N." You hear her say, so you turn to look at her as Michael sits under the dryer. "Do you have a husband?" You laughed, glancing at Michael.
"No, but I have Netflix." She giggled.
"Daddy told me he thinks you're pretty too." You raise your eyebrows. "Do you think my daddy is pretty?" You squatted down to her level, her green eyes watching you curiously.
"Of course, he has to be pretty because you look just like him and you're a beautiful princess." She giggled again.
"Are you a princess too?" She asked you.
"Nope." You sighed. "You're too cute so I can't be a princess." She grinned. The dryer turned off and you directed Michael to your chair, styling his hair like you usually did. Olivia came up and stared up at you, Michael chuckling.
"What were you two talking about?" He poked her chubby cheek.
"I told Cassy you think she's pretty and-" Michael sucked in a breath as you finished up and you whipped off the cape thing. He paid you, Olivia saying something about ice cream. Michael squatted down to her level and she looked at you, smiling mischievously. He stood and she came over to you. "My daddy wants to know if you want to have ice cream."
