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"Daddy! Don't move!" I heard my daughter's squeal of glee and feigned anger echoing down the hall followed by Red's deep chuckle. "I'm going to mess up, Daddy. Then you'll look silly."
"As if I won't look silly enough."
I snuck down the hallway, intending to figure out what was going on without disturbing the moment between my husband and our daughter.
"There daddy! They're so pretty!" I had to stifle a laugh as I peeked around the corner and saw just what the two were up to. My husband sat on the couch with our 5 year old little girl sitting on his lap holding his hand to display his newly painted fingernails.
"Thank you, sweetpea, you did a great job," he told her and my heart melted at the pride and love that shown in her eyes as he leaned down to kiss her brunette head.
"I love you, daddy," her voice was a soft whisper as she stared at her father. I saw Red's body stiffen to control the emotion that was no doubt coursing through his mind and body. Then before I knew it, he had her pulled up in a massive bear hug. She held on around his neck and smiled. "Mommy!" I had been so captivated by the scene in front of me that I hadn't realized that I had fully stepped from behind the wall, nor that I had started crying, knowing just how much her little words had meant to him. Red let her go and she ran into my arms. "Daddy let me paint his fingernails!"
"Did he now?" I asked seemingly fully captivated in conversation with her.
"Yes! Look! Daddy, show her your hands!" Samantha squealed.
It was when I looked at Red that I saw all of the love that I knew was there not only for our daughter, but for me as well. He picked up his hand and I couldn't help but chuckle. "Pink sparkles?"
"She assured me that it was the best kind of polish."
"Yes, it is mommy! Isn't it pretty?" Sam asked, still seated on my hip.
"Very, but it's time for bed. Go upstairs and get ready, daddy and I will be up there in a minute." I kissed her cheek before I sat her down, but she didn't go upstairs like I told her, instead she looked at her father as if begging him to let her stay up.
"Do what your mother said, Samantha, it's already thirty minutes past your bedtime."
"Yes, sir." She bowed her head and trudged upstairs.
"Have I ever told you," I began as I stalked towards him, "how incredibly sexy it is to see you playing with our daughter." By the time I had finished my statement I was seated straddled across his lap.
Red chuckled as he wrapped his arms around me. "Thank you, Lizzie." I smiled, knowing exactly what he meant.
Leaning my forehead against his, I wrapped my arms around his neck, closing my eyes and breathing in his scent. "Thank you," I whispered.
Placing a long and meaningful kiss to his lips, we were separated by our little girl, "Mommy! Daddy! I'm ready!" she shouted from the top of the stairs.
Pulling away from his lips I kissed just behind his ear before whispering into it, "Let's go put her to bed so that I can take you to our bed."
"Elizabeth," he growled, "you truly are going to be the death of me."
A/N: Just thought our ship could use a little brightening up. Please, if anyone hasn't already, or even if you have, go and post something on twitter defending our beloved ship! If we don't fight back the daddygaters will win and our ship will sink. Use the hashtag #LizzingtonS2 and while you're at it, if you have time of course, favorite and retweet all of the posts that are in our favor within the tag. It's up to us to keep our ship afloat!
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