I think this will be the last chapter today. A review will be welcome.

A few thousand people have read this, and I want to know your opinion, should I turn this into a story? A proper story, not just short snippets like I'm doing. I think I'll probably change the name if I do. So I might need suggestions for that. I'm open to anything really.

I don't understand why, but he loves taking pictures of me.

I bush every time.

He looks at me smiles so adoringly, making me grin then snaps a picture; well pictures. He never takes just one. His phone must have at least a few hundred of me by now. All in different states of undress, at the park, at home, at a party, snuggled up in bed reading, watching t.v, sitting on him. He finds me beautiful constantly so pretty much any situation he'll take a picture just because.

I close my eyes and soak into the duvet. It's Saturday, he's at work right now, and since I don't have college I'm spending my morning in bed, watching Netflix. It seems like a silly pass time, and I'm not really feeling little at the moment.

It might seem odd to people, but littles don't feel little all the time, it can come and go, sometimes they need a little help feeling little which is what Daddy's are there for. Even if you don't have a Daddy yet, you will, it might take a while to find the perfect one for you.

I cough into my hand.

I don't think Edward would like his little girl watching this.

But The walking dead is my all-time favourite show. So I grab my cup of hot chocolate, wrap myself and spend as long as I can in bed watching it on our large t.v.

I breeze by the episodes, and I keep refilling my hot chocolate all day. So by the time Edward comes home I've nearly finished the season.

I hear the sound of his key in the lock and rush up and get out of bed to the door to envelop him in a hug. A super tight one so he can't move. He hugs me back after dropping his suitcase and then picks me up.

"How's your day been sweetheart?" He asks.

"Pretty boring, a lot better now you're home." He grins; A cheeky grin where the corners of his mouth turns up.

"Well aren't you a sweetie."

"I am indeed." He puts my down and slaps my ass when I've turned around.

He winks then heads off to the kitchen.

"I'll make dinner."

Thanks for reading this story guys, I doubt it'll have an ending because I'll just keep getting bursts of inspiration, but I hope you're enjoying them none the less.

Now, what do you want to see more of? Fluffy stuff? Cheeky stuff? Little or big stuff? Cute moments? Day out? Do you want it graphic? I need to know then I can give you, my readers what you want to read J