(4 years later)
"Destiny", I yelled for my three years old daughter. I'm getting tired of her mischiefs. I listened to the small feet hitting the floor as they come near, along with the voice of two other feet. I rolled my eyes in annoyance as my two son, Brandon and Calvin, her full-time bodyguards, followed her into the room.
"What did I do?", Destiny asked in an innocent voice, too innocent if you ask me. My eyes narrowed on her small figure, wondering why she is playing innocent.
"What happened?", Callum asked from behind me and my eyes narrowed on the little devil. She had her dads wrapped around her little fingers.
"Stay out of it", I narrowed my eyes at my mates who were about to take her side. I'm ashamed to say that I'm jealous of my own daughter because my mates treat her mor
