Not Davis's room

Davis's POV

“Daddy, Uncle Vincent said this is my room?” Helen rushed to me the moment I stepped into the room.

“Hm, do you like it?” I asked as I picked her up in my arms.

I had instructed the interior designers to make the room as beautiful as possible for a beautiful little girl. I hope she liked it.

When I looked at it, it was definitely not my taste but looked like it was hers.

“Very much” she nodded, making me smile. She began to tell me what she liked about the room and from my observation, it appeared that she loved everything in it.

“Daddy, you see my wardrobe. It's so big” She stretched her hands wide describing how big it is. And what she is describing seems to be the walk-in closet.

For a four-year-old, she was very smart and talkative if I must add. She is good at keeping a conversation going and fuck, I love how her small lips kept moving the way it's moving now. After a while, Helen asked me,

“Can I sleep with you tonight? I'm scared”

“Fuck!” I cussed.

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