𐙚 ⋮ 6. bring your little to work day ꒱ ‧₊˚

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Stirring to the incessant buzzing of the alarm, I silently wriggle out of bed, careful not to wake Emma. Her soft face peeks out gently from underneath the large covers, her hair shining in the dim lamplight of the room. Although I had tried not to wake her, she still found her way to half-sleep, and whined for warmth that was no longer there. "Come on then, baby." I whisper, gently grabbing her up into my arms. I kiss her forehead, and with my lips still pressed against her scalp, inform her that she'll be attending work with me today. She perks up a bit and smiles sleepily. I figured spending this time with her would be good, as she's been pretty much on her own for the past few days.

I set her down in the living room and turn cartoons on for background noise. She sits there silently, still half asleep, encased in a large blanket. She has a death grip on her stuffy, which makes me chuckle softly. When I re-enter with breakfast, she's asleep again. I set our plates on the coffee table and shake her awake gently. She stirs a bit and whines, falling back asleep against me. "It's time to get up, baby." I coo softly. "You get to come to work with daddy if you can get up and eat breakfast like a big girl." She perks up slightly and reaches for her waffle. "Come on, little bunny. Daddy has asked you very nicely now to please wake up. You need to be up so we can get ready to go." She begins eating, sitting up to force herself awake. Once she's finished, she stands up, and slowly makes her way to our bathroom.

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She sits on the big sink in nothing but my shirt with her knees tucked to her chest. She holds the toothbrush lazily and slowly brushes, her eyes hesitantly closing from time to time. I go to get ready and leave her to it. When I come back in to finish preparing myself for the day, she's much more energized, sitting in the same position, putting on makeup. She's so beautiful.

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Daddy's office is boring. As nice as it is to spend time with him, he's so engaged in his work that I still have to keep myself busy. He looks up from his paperwork at me and I can tell he's stressed. "Dada need baby?" I ask, coming around the desk to hug him. "Yes, daddy needs his little baby. Come give daddy cuddles."He pulls me into his lap, resting his face against my neck, his warm breath tickling me. He squeezes me tight, and I feel so safe and comfy. Everything in this moment is perfect. Of course that doesn't last though. The phone on daddy's desk starts to ring, and he picks it up promptly.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Alden?"

"Yes, Olivia?"

"There's a situation in the lobby."

"A situation?"

"Uh, yes. Some man here, demanding a one-on-one interview opposed to an application packet."

"I'll be down."

Daddy slams the phone back down on the receiver, which makes me jump. He grabs my face gently in his hands. "I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to scare you, daddy is just very stressed. You stay here, draw pretty pictures on daddy's notepad. I'll be right back."

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