She looks at me and quietens down.
"What is my princess doing?" I ask her as I go to put her on my laps.
"playing with my dolls papa." She tells me.
I feel I tight tug in my heart. She can smile and giggle around me.
"Is that little tummy of yours hungry yet? Hmm? " I ask her kissing her face.
"It's dinner time!" Dan says setting the plates and getting the dinner. We have fruits, pasta, and pockets for dinner.
"Come baby girl, let's get some food and then we can have ice creams." I smile and pick her up, noticing her not getting excited over ice creams.
I feed her dinner and she eats it without once talking to me. She usually has multiple stories to tell when I feed her about how her barbies want new dresses and when can she get her paci and can she have a milkshake party with her d
