Misconception

3: Breakfast

Vinny's POV

I wake up in the morning holding my little girl's fragile body in my arms. I smile as I look down at her sleeping soundly, taking in her fair skin and her doll like lips. As I envision crashing my lips into her's, I'm rattled out of my thoughts by a knock on the door.

"Come in."

I try to say quietly, not wanting to wake my beautiful little Clementine. My door creaks open and mom enters my room.

"Did someone have a nightmare again?"

Mom says with a sad frown, gesturing to Clem still asleep in my arms. I simply nod my head in response.

"You're such a sweet big brother to her. I'm glad you two are so close."

Mom says as she takes a seat on the edge of my bed.

"What's up, mom?"

I ask, knowing that she wouldn't come in my room this early on a Saturday morning for no reason.

"Your father and I are going away for the weekend to this fun festival in the cities and we just wanted to know if you guys would like to come downstairs for breakfast so we can spend some time with you guys before we go?"

Mom asks. I nod my head.

"Sure, just let me wake Clemmie up."

I reply.

"Alright!"

Mom says excitedly as she stands from the bed. As mom's at my door about to leave she says,

"Oh, one more thing! Would you mind keeping an eye on your little sister this weekend? We know she won't get into any trouble, but we still worry about her."

"No problem, ma."

I say as I smile down at Clem, happy to spend the whole weekend with her and no parents.

Once mom has gone, I gently try to rock my little girl awake.

"Wake up Clem, there's breakfast downstairs."

I say quietly. Clementine stirs and suddenly her beautiful green eyes pop open.

"How did you sleep, baby?"

I ask, looking down at her.

"Good, you?"

She asks me as she rubs her eyes.

"Great"

I say. I sit up in bed, leaning my back against my headboard and Clemmie follows, sitting on her knees in front of me.

"Mom and dad are going out for the weekend, so it's just gonna be you and me."

I tell her. She smiles innocently.

"Now, go and get dressed, we have breakfast waiting."

I command to the small girl sitting in front of me.

I end up making it downstairs before Clementine and as she enters the dining room that holds her father and I, I hear her say,

"Good morning daddy!"

I can't help the feeling of jealousy that floods over me. I wish she was calling me that instead. I guess you could say I have a daddy kink, but I only feel this way towards Clementine. If any other girl called me daddy I'd probably be weirded out. With Clementine though, I just imagine if she were to call me that and I can't help the hardening that grows in my lower region. My mind gets pulled from my thoughts as mom walks into the dining room with steaming hot chocolate chip pancakes. Clem's favorite. As Clemmie sees the pancakes, I watch as her face fills with excitement. I can't help but smile. God damn, she's so fucking cute.

Breakfast seems to drag on as mom and dad talk about the festival they're going to. I can't help but zone out as they talk, all my attention focused on little Clementine.

Once breakfast is finished we clear the table and do dishes. Once everything's cleaned up mom and dad grab their things, ready to go. As we're saying goodbye, dad pulls me aside.

"Promise to take care of our little girl?"

He asks me.

"I always do, dad."

I say. I can't help but think: If only you knew the things I wish to do to your precious little daughter behind closed doors.