"So Darcy, what do you want for lunch?" I ask my 3 year old daughter who is sitting at the table furiously colouring in her drawing book.
"Toastie"
"Okay what do you want in it baby?"
"I not a baby daddy! I'm three!" My little girl said sternly.
"You'll always be my baby Darcy"
Darcy rolls her eyes and continues colouring.
As I set up the grill, I laugh quietly at how my 3 year old has perfected the "eye roll" just as well as her mother.
(Y/N) was at work and I had a free day so Darcy was minded by her daddy.
"Mummy puts Ham and cheese in my toastie" Darcy states.
"I bet you I can make a better toastie then mummy"
Her green eyes widen in shock.
"No way! Mummy's toasties are the best!"
"Nope, just you wait"
My little baby rolls her eyes again while I fetch the ham and cheese.
While the cheese is melting, I sit beside Darcy and run my hand through her brown curls while she colours in some flower.
"That's very good baby girl"
"Thanks daddy" she replied standing in her chair and giving me a kiss on the cheek.
I take Darcy in my arms and give her a big hug.
It's unreal how much I miss her and (Y/N) when I'm away.
Suddenly Darcy started coughing and I look over to the stove to see grey smoke coming from the grill.
"Shit!" I shout leaping up from the table and running over to get the sandwich out.
Darcy gasps when she hears the curse word "Daddy!"
I hear the front door close and your high heels tapping on the way into the kitchen.
"Oh my god harry!" You exclaim. "Quick the fire extinguisher!"
5 minutes later with a foam covered kitchen, a giggling Darcy and (Y/N) and a very 'over done' ham and cheese toastie, Darcy says from (Y/N) 's arms,
"Mummy makes the best toasties daddy"
"High five baby!" (Y/N) says to Darcy holding up her hand for Darcy to hit.
You come over to me and reach up to give me and kiss before saying,
"Let's go, kitchen can wait, barbie in the dream house in calling"
And with that, I follow my perfect wife and daughter to watch "barbie" while walking away from a very messy kitchen.
