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by Shortcakeandbread_13
by Shortcakeandbread_13
                                    
                                              Molly was fast asleep on the couch, cuddling with her stuffed bunny. She always loved bunnies. Bill used to tell her about their habitats, what male and female bunnies were referred to, everything about them, really. Molly would call us Mommy Doe and Daddy Buck and she was Molly Kit. That was when she was little. She was getting so big now. How could I explain it to her...
                          I heard the familiar sound of the doorknob twisting. Who could that be? I saw the familiar gray-headed man. Bill. What did he want? Did he come to torture me some more? To apologize, maybe?
                          "Y/N. You're still up."
                          "Yes, but why are you here?" I asked, being it was my house and all, "Were you trying to sneak in!?"
                          "Quiet! You'll wake her up."
                          "What is it, Bill? What do you want?"
                          He sighed. "Nothing."
                          "Where have you been, Bill?"
                          "All you have is questions!" His voice boomed throughout the room. And he scolded me for nearly waking up Molly. Molly's head poked right up. "Daddy?"
                          I could see Bill's face flush. Surely he hadn't meant to be so loud. 
                          "Hi, Molly. Let's get you to bed, shall we?"
                          He picked her up and scurried on over to her bedroom. This man...who did he think he was, well except the famous Bill Nye? He had no right coming onto my property, in the middle of the night might I add, to disturb my daughter's rest and scold me for her waking. Ha...to think I had once loved him.
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                          Bill's POV
                          Y/N was so clueless. Didn't she know I had stopped loving her long ago? She was always reckless and not very bright. She doesn't have a passion for anything. My marriage with her is quite regrettable. We were both young and not smart enough to know the consequences of our relationship. We simply aren't compatible.
                          "Daddy?" Molly's voice interrupted my thoughts.
                          "Yes, sweetie?"
                          "Where were you, daddy?"
                          I could feel my face get hot with anger. She didn't need to know where I was! Stupid Y/N always filling her with thoughts of doubt and... No, there was no reason to be angry. She was just a child. Curious, just like her father.
                          "Nowhere, sweetie. It's bedtime, alright?" I tucked her in. While my love for Y/N had long been diminished, Molly would always have a special place in my heart.