Sansa is the wife of Mr Michael samson. She is the love of his life but will the hardcore dynamic of their lives effect their life.Sansa is 21whereas Michael is 32.they live in a huge mansion away from most people. Michael is very rich and they have a d**g sort of relationship.
"sansa baby, come here" Michael said he was running behind sansa who was his wife and baby girl. She was dressed in a cute nightgown.
"nooooo, no poke sansa daddy pwease" she screamed while running.
"Stop running sansa, you know this has to be done" he finally cornered sansa after running behind her for 20 minutes. They both started laughing, sansa still trying to get out of his grip squirming like a little worm but he just tightened his grip and kissed the top of her head. He took her to the sofa in the living room and sat down with her in his lap, she had calm down a bit by now.
"You know you have to do this baby, why do you always run away" he said looking at his cute baby wife. He couldn't control himself and kissed her forehead, nose then both her cheeks and finally pecked her lips.
"sansa scared daddy, no want shots, bum hurts pwease" she said very cutely.
He smiled and started patting her back and her bum, he hugged her close to him, her short hight and structure made her a perfect fit for him.
"now, now baby girl you know that your daily shots are not up for negotiation, they are only their to keep you healthy hush now be my brave baby it will be over before you know it" Michael said and looked at her a bit sternly.