Tattoo (ON HOLD)

Like Father, Like Daughter

May 9th. Sometime in the morning.

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I yawn, turning to face away from the sunlight. I'm greeted by the bright face of my love. Both of them.

"Morning, Daddy!" Leila says, jumping onto my chest.

"Oof! Hey, baby. Did you sleep well?" She nods quickly.

"Daddy was frustrated with me because I woke him up at five," she says, giggling.

"Did you now?" I ask, tickling her little tummy.

"Daddy, your breath smells icky!" she says, holding my face in her tiny hands. I laugh.

"Well, let me go fix that." She climbs off of me, crawling back into Tommy's lap. I walk to the bathroom to get freshened up.

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Walking out of the bathroom, I am hit with the smell of fresh pancakes and syrup. It fills the air around me, and I smile.

"What is that incredible scent?" I ask, walking into the kitchen. Tommy steps in front of me abruptly, pushing me back.

"No, no, there is no need for you to be in the kitchen." I laugh.

"Why not? It's just pancakes!" I try stepping forward, but Tommy holds me back.

"No, really, you do not need to see this." I suddenly pay attention when I hear Leila giggle.

"Tommy... What the hell do you have in there?"

"Shh!"

"TOMMY!" He spins quickly, failing to block me. I rush into the kitchen and step back in horror.

"Adam!" He rushes in front of me, trying to block me, but I've already seen enough.

"Leila...She's... you... it...those...WHAT?" Tommy sighs.

"Adam... She does not eat like you." I stare at her as she stuffs her face unthinkingly.

"What does she...?"

"She eats...like... me..." I take a deep breath, walking over to Leila and touching her shoulder. She turns her head, her mouth covered in blood.

"LEILA!" I pull her from the counter, carrying her to the sink and rinsing off her mouth.

"Daddy, stop it!" she says, pushing my arms away.

"Adam!" Tommy steps in front of me, blocking Leila.

"Tommy, what the hell?"

"SHE EATS LIKE ME, ADAM! YOU CANNOT CHANGE THAT! LEAVE HER ALONE!" I take a step back in horror.

"I've never seen you eat, Tommy. Not really..." He takes my hand, looking deeply into my eyes.

"I am sorry, Adam... But she takes particular traits from all of us. This one she obviously got from me..."

"Then where was the smell of pancakes from?"

"You know I can create illusions with glitter, Adam..." I close my eyes. I feel Tommy's lips press harshly against mine, turning cold and stone.

'I am so sorry, Adam... I love you.'

He releases from the kiss, looking me in the eyes and smiling warmly.

"I love you, too, Daddies..." Leila says quietly. We turn to her and smile.

"Sorry for overreacting, Leila." I say, kissing her forehead. She touches my face with her dainty hand.