Do not scare that girl

Davis's POV

I have been in the best mood since I woke up. The last time I slept this peacefully was at the hotel with the bitch. My sweet daughter has the same impact as her mother, the moment I lay on the bed after telling her the bedtime story I had to fucking beg Vincent to tell me, so I could narrate it to my daughter, and I fell asleep immediately.

When I woke up, she was literally sleeping on my chest with her small arms around my neck. Her breathing and heartbeats, I could feel, and my lips spread with a bright smile.

Fuck! It was beautiful. I took a photo of it on my phone.

It was that same smile I had used to step out of her room and head straight downstairs when I heard the fucker's voice. The bitch thinks I'm hers.

It took everything in me not to thunder at her, knowing that I might scare Helen. Helen said she looked like a jewelry box with rings all over her face. That made me chuckle. She has an incredible way of describing things.

While she bathed, she kept talking a