Love/ Hate

1) Daddy

•Chapter One•

I woke up like I do every Sunday morning. Sunday is my only day off, so you might think I tend to sleep in until all hours, and do nothing all day. Well, you're completely wrong. At one point in my life yes that was all I did, every day, but not anymore .

"Daddy- daddy- I'm hungry - dadddyyyyy" Emma, my daughter said sitting on top of me and hitting me in an attempt to wake me up .

"Yah I know baby give me five more minutes, an i'll make you something"

"No daddy I is hungry now please" she said hitting me again.

Ugh. I lifted her off me and sat her down next to me. She was in her minnie mouse pyjamas and her dirty blonde hair was pointing out  in every direction.

"What did I say about not hitting daddy" I said poking her chest lightly .

"Sorry daddy" she said

"Its okay baby, lets get you some breakfast. "

I lifted her up and was going to put her on my shoulders until I got the oh so familiar scent.

At the moment I was trying to potty train Emma, but she still wore pull-ups at night ."Someone left a surprise for daddy" I said walking into her bedroom .

Emma giggled and hid her head in my chest . I laughed along with her.

I brought her over to the diaper changing table and sat her down . Quickly changing her and put some underwear on her.

I went into the kitchen and poured Emma and myself a bowel of cereal . I wasn't in the mood to make her pancakes or something, plus I didn't have the energy .

"Yay" she clapped her little hands and stuck her spoon into the cereal .

I took out my phone while I was eating to check my messages. Nothing important really popped up .

"Em, you wanna watch SpongeBob" I stated more so than asked, as SpongeBob was her favourite show.

She nodded fast and I lifted her off the stool and brought her down to sit on the couch.

"I'm gonna shower il be two minutes okay ?" I said kissing the top of her head . "Don't move" I said raising my eyebrows .

Emma was pretty obedient, well she was only three , mostly because I went so easy on her and had her spoilt. I'd need to stop that soon.

I took a quick shower, washing my body. I got out and wrapped a towel around my waist poking my head out the door to check on Emma.

"Emma" I called

"Yes daddy"  she called back

I smiled at how polite she was being.

"Just making sure your okay" I half muttered.

I walked back into my room to get dressed. I threw on some sweatpants and a black t-shirt before walking back out to Emma.

She was lying on the couch her face staring intently at sponge bob on the screen. I took out my phone and flashed a picture making her look up.

"Daddy lemme see" I sat down beside her and she climbed into my lap, giggling when she saw the snap.

"Okay we need to get you dressed" I picked her off the couch and put her on the ground . I was trying to get her out of the habit of me constantly lifting her .

I walked away from her hoping she'd follow me . "Daddy lift" she said. I turned around to see her sitting on the ground a pout present on her face .

Ugh don't cry I cant deal with a  crying toddler at half eight in the morning.

"Em' lets race" I said running slowly towards her bedroom , which wasn't that far away . I heard her jump up and giggle

Yes!

"So what do you wanna wear today ?" I questioned

Being a single father from two weeks of her birth , also meant I bought ninety percent of her clothes (the other ten percent would of been from presents etc.) which in turn meant they were pretty, random . They went from football jersey and shorts to princess dresses, I guess it was cute.

She shrugged, and I laughed rubbing her head. I walked over to her wardrobe and picked up the first thing in sight .

"This ?" I said holding up a pink stripped top .

She nodded.

"Arms up" I pulled off her pyjamas and dressed her up for the day.

I brought her back into the living room and out her in front of the TV again while I did some laundry.

My flat had a washing machine and dryer in the place so thankfully I didn't have to constantly walk down flights of stairs to wash our clothes.

And the rest of my day was spent chilling with Emma or doing laundry.

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~ Y