"Come on, Mommy. Wake up"
Your heart thumped when she lands her small hands on your chest. Her giggling filling up the empty room. It was cold so you dug deeper in the sheets to tease her, "Five more minutes"
"Mommy" she whines before laying her back on you. "We have to open the presents"
You groaned as you wrapped her arms around her, tugging her closer to you. "Stay here with me"
"Come on, mom" She giggled before hugging you in return.
You knew that habit so well from her father. Whenever you urged him to stay with you, he would tell you to go but tug you closer at the same time. The thought made you cry.
It was a couple of months since he last saw his daughter - which mattered the most to you. And all of that just leads to a day or two of staying. She wouldn't see him at times too personally. Most of her time hanging out with her father is through calls - which he was too busy to do too.
But he would always make it up to you. To the both of you.
Most of the time, he would be at bed and call you, groaning a little. He would send videos everyday about how his days would go and ask you to call him so he could see both of your daughter.
You would also send him some videos of your daughter whenever you could grab your phone and do so.
But that also doesn't mean you avoided fighting. There were points where he would promise he would come home but didn't anyway and it pissed you off after making your daughter wait and deal with her crying afterwards. Which he would apologize for.
You always forgave him because you did love him. You loved him as the father of your only child, your bestfriend and your boyfriend.
"Eomma. Stop dozing off" She presses her hand on your face. "We have to unwrap Christmas presents"
"Araso. I'm up"
Both of you stood from the bed and slowly approached the Christmas tree that stood lightless. You and y/c/n were always staying alone at home so only a few gifts were displayed under.