Shave
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Lillith Thorne sat on the closed toilet lid, looking up at her daddy.
"What are you doing?" She asked, red eyes wide as Damien ran the razor along his skin.
"I'm shaving, Lillypad."
"Why?" Damien chuckled. "Because mommy thinks beards are icky."
The little girl nodded, blonde curls bouncing.
"I don't think they're icky, I just don't like being scratched by your stubble." Pip laughed.
Damien chuckled and nuzzled Pip's shoulder.
"Damien stop! That tickles!" He squealed.
Lillith burst out into giggles. "Daddy, stop teasing mommy. I need to get to school."
"Ok, but I need to finish shaving first."