KISS Imagines

Paul Stanley- The Best Daddy

(If you don't like the names I chose for the stories, you can change them btw. I just like exotic, different names. And I'm sorry that so far, most of the stories take place during the 80's, it's just that's my favorite line-up/era. But you can always request a story line with your favorite lineup and I'll do it.)

"Daddy?" Cleo, your daughter, said softly as she entered your bedroom. You groaned softly, waking up a bit. Paul groaned softly and stretched. "Yes, baby?" He responded in his low, raspy morning voice.  By the time he was ready to get up, Cleo ran farther into the room and got on the bed and jumped on her father's back. 

He groaned and fell back down onto the bed and he started laughing. "Good morning to you, too." You took Cleo off his back and held her and she kissed your cheek. "Good morning mommy and daddy." Paul sat up and rubbed his back softly. "Good morning, my two favorite ladies." He got up and went to the bathroom to get ready for the day. 

You followed him to the bathroom and he brushed his teeth and so did you. As you two were brushing your teeth, Cleo grabbed a step stool and placed it in between you and Paul. She stood on it and grabbed her toothbrush and followed you and Paul, brushing her teeth with you two. Paul looked at his daughter, then towards you and laughed softly. You giggled as you watched her. 

Paul headed towards the shower and and you took your daughter to her bathroom and you helped her in the shower. After, you helped her get ready and by the time she was done, Paul had finished getting ready. You made your way to the shower and bathed. Paul took Cleo down to the kitchen and sat her down at the table. "What do you want to eat?" He stood near the stove and pulled out a pan. "Ice Cream!" 

Paul shook his head. "No, darling. You can't have ice cream for breakfast because you can get sick if you do eat it for breakfast. It shouldn't be the first thing you eat, alright love?" He stroked her head and kissed her forehead and she pouted and frowned. "How about we make some pancakes instead?" Her frown turned into a smile. "Okay daddy!" He got some batter and a bowl. 

After you finished your shower, you dried off and got dressed. You styled your hair and went down to the kitchen. "TADA!" Cleo said, pointing to the pancakes her and her father made.  "Oh wow! Good job, you two!" You looked at the pancakes and they looked delicious. "Cleo made them, and I helped!" Paul said, and Cleo smiled as she felt pride because of the credit given to her by her father. "Yeah daddy helped me, but I made it!" She smiled and sat down and Paul sat down as well, and you three ate and talked about the day. 

After breakfast, Paul grabbed his car keys and went to the car with Cleo. You grabbed a bag for Cleo, and filled it with toys she would want to play with just in case she got bored and snacks. You joined the other two in the car and Paul began driving. 

Paul was going to the studio and decided that you and Cleo should come along, so you agreed. Once you got there, Paul opened the door for you, then took Cleo out of her car seat and put the backpack you packed on his back. He carried her and you followed behind them. He opened the door for you and you thanked him as you walked in and he followed. As you walked in, everyone turned and looked at you. "Finally, Paul!" Gene said, and grabbed Paul towards the control board. 

"Hold on, Gene!" He said, and he put Cleo down on Eric's (Carr)lap. She loved Eric, so she hugged Eric and played with him and Bruce for a while, as Paul took care of his work. You sat in the back, just watching as everything went on. Bruce turned to you and flashed you a smile. "Hey Y/N, come closer! We don't bite!" You blushed a little and walked further in, sitting next to Bruce. Eric played with Cleo and her dolls; his version of a female's voice making Cleo and you laugh. 

Paul went into the recording booth and so everything quieted down a bit as Paul began to sing. You watched your husband sing, and it made you smile. You loved his voice, and every time you were happy, sad, anxious, or angry, his voice would calm you down. Everyone did their parts for the songs on the album and you fed Cleo and gave Paul his lunch around lunchtime. 

After the studio, Paul drove back home with you and your daughter. Cleo went to go watch TV with her father as you made dinner. Once you finished it, you called for them and everyone washed up for dinner. You all sat at the table and you talked to Paul about the next album, and he responded excitedly. Paul offered to wash the dishes, so he did as you prepared Cleo for bed. Since she finished a bit early, she went to Paul and he watched some more TV with her and also helped her with her writing and math, so you started to get ready for bed.

After a while, Cleo yawned and Paul looked at her. "Time for bed, love." She whined and pouted. "But daddy, I'm not tired." She wiped her eyes. Instead of arguing with her, Paul sat down and held her in his arms and sang her to sleep. He looked down at his beautiful daughter in his arms and smiled, giving her a kiss on her forehead and whispering "Good night, darling" to her. He carried her to her bed and tucked her in and you walked to her room and watched Paul. 

Paul turned off her light and turned on her nightlight. He exited the room slowly, and looked at you once he got out and a smirk crept onto his face. "What?" You said, acting as if you didn't know what he was thinking. "You know what. Cleo is in bed and we are alone." He pulled you close by your waist and kissed you. "Oh you're right!" You said, pulling away from his grip and walking towards the bedroom. "It's Tuesday night! There's the marathon for The Golden Girls!" You said and Paul gave you a small smack on the bum and laughed. "You know that is not what I'm talking about." 

Paul closed the doors to your bedroom and looked at you with pure lust in his eyes. "You get turned on for no reason." You laugh and shook your head as you sat on the bed. "You never complained." He said, laughing as he took his day clothes off and replaced them with pajamas. "You're right. Come here." You said, crawling into bed, and Paul practically plunged into the bed and grabbed you by your waist. "We have to be quiet. We don't want to wake Cleo." You said and he nodded as he started on your neck.

THE END! 

THANKS FOR READING! THIS CHAPTER HAS THE HIGHEST WORD COUNT THAT I'VE EVER HAD! IT HAS 1216 WORDS! I USUALLY WRITE 1000! SO I AM INCREDIBLY HAPPY WITH THIS! THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT!