Savannah looked up when she heard the voice followed by a gentle rapping on her doorway. Her face instantly lit up as she put her phone down on her night stand. If she was nothing else, Savannah Maxwell would always be daddy's girl. Ever since she was a little girl in braids, giggling as she laid in bed and proclaimed that she loved him more when he kissed her goodnight. If anyone could set the world back into its regular orbit, it was him.
She smiled, "Hey daddy."
"Hey baby girl. Can I come in?" Blair Maxwell had lucked out twice. First, his wife ended up being very laid back and not too super girly. And second, their first daughter Annie was a pretty big tomboy. So he hadn't really had to worry about the whole 'teen girl needing tons of privacy' thing. Not until his second daughter hit
