Worth It (Damie)

Part 22

A/N: I just noticed today this story hit 60k reads, so I had to edit this chapter and post it in celebration/gratitude! Thank you for supporting it, and sharing it with your friends. It means the world to me that my hard work on this story is appreciated! Enjoy our last family and Belfast chapter, xo

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I wake up to Dakota's soft limbs wrapped around me. Her legs tangled with mine, and her arm across my stomach. I smirk over at her snoring face pressed into my pillow. What a sight I love to see first thing, my beautiful girl right here safe with me.

I brush her hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear and she rustles a bit, tightening her grip on my waist.

I kiss her forehead and take a deep breath in. I may fuck up sometimes and we may argue, but there's no one better equipped to get through the bullshit with than this woman.

"Morning," she mumbles.

"Sorry," I whisper. "I'm selfish. I wanted to see your face."

Her eyelids flutter open and those soft blues stare back into mine. "This is my favorite view."

I nod. "Mine too."

She moves onto my pillow entirely so that we're nose-to-nose. I kiss her gently, but she deepens it.

"Mmm," she hums into my throat as her fingers trail up my shoulders to grip my hair.

I drop my hand to her lower back, caressing her smooth skin there before pulling her closer. She tastes, smells, and feels like Heaven.

She giggles when I tug her to roll on top of me. Her lips drop to my neck and it's off to the races. Morning sex is the best sex. Right behind make-up sex, which we had already on this trip. My toes are still curled from it.

"Breakfast of champions," she says, scooting down the bed.

I link my arms behind my head, prepared to watch her suck me off and start my day right.

We both jump when we hear a knock at the door.

"Daddy, Kota," Dulcie says.

"Shit," I spit out.

Dakota scrambles to her side of the bed to find her clothes from last night.

"Here." I toss her my shirt and she catches it, pulling it on as she slides on some leggings from her suitcase.

"One second," I say to the door. I tug some boxers on before unlocking it to let her in.

"Morning!" she exclaims, absolutely and luckily clueless as to what she's walked in on.

"Good morning, sweetheart," Dakota says. She's back in bed, sitting against the headboard.

"Yes, good morning." I ruffle her hair as she giggles and launches herself up onto the mattress with Dakota.

"Whatcha doing?" she asks her.

Dakota opens her arms and Dulcie crawls into them, nuzzling her chest covered by my shirt. The best of both worlds.

"Waiting for you to get up, sleepyhead." Dakota kisses her disheveled blonde curls.

If my heart grows any larger it'll burst out of my chest.

"Your sister still sleeping?" I ask.

Dulcie shakes her head. "She's playing in the floor."

I sigh, heading down the hall to retrieve her. I walk into their room and the little one is attempting to read a book upside down.