❁Omaha Interracial Preferences and Imagines❁ (Completed)

Split 5 (Derek)

I walked down the stairs, picking up Ellie's toys on the way down.

"What did I tell you about leaving your stuff everywhere." She shrugged and went back to eating.

Who does this little girl think she is?

"Hungry?" Derek put down a plated of waffles.

"Yeah but do I really want to eat your cooking?"

He pretended to be hurt and put a hand over his chest. "I can cook. Well now I can cook especially because your child doesn't stop eating. She so small but she just packs it down."

"Our child. It takes two to make a baby" I whispered to him, hoping Ellie doesn't hear.

"Mommy. Daddy. Where do babies come from?"

Derek shrugged and turned back around.

"Baby ask Daddy. He did all the work"

I walked out the room and sat down on the couch. Soon enough Derek sat next to me and Ellie went to go play.

"I didn't do all the work you know. You put in some work yourself, and let me tell you it was great watching you bounce up and down like that." I gasped and felt a shill run down my spine as his fingers grazed over my thigh.

"Why do you always do this to me?"

Just a little update.