She felt the bed dip behind her, and was suddenly engulfed by the warmth of another body. She felt content in his arms. Like, that was all she needed to survive.To give her that one reason to breathe.
She smiled to herself.
And just as the feeling of gratification settled in she heard his phone buzz under her. She knew what it meant, very well.
He had to go.
She failed to keep the disappointment from surfacing, as he whispered a got to go, baby in her ears. She quickly turned around to watch him put on his jacket and quietly murmured, "Love you, Dad."
She smiled to herself.
And just as the feeling of gratification settled in she heard his phone buzz under her. She knew what it meant, very well.
He had to go.
She failed to keep the disappointment from surfacing, as he whispered a got to go, baby in her ears. She quickly turned around to watch him put on his jacket and quietly murmured, "Love you, Dad."
My Dad is my first love.
ReplyDeleteI wrote a poem named 'first love' for him. :)
It's a feeling, prettier than any other feeling. :)
Take Care.
You have a very nice blog :) keep us posted !
ReplyDeleteThanks Abhishek :)
DeleteDaddy the best!!
ReplyDeleteThis was super cute!
We're all daddy's girls, aye? ;)
ReplyDeleteHappens a lot with me since Daddy is a workaholic who works abroad. Daddy's girl all the way!! :)
ReplyDeleteAnd I didn't it was going to be Daddy in the end actually. Nice one :)
Thanks AaeKay ^___^
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