The alarm on his phone chimed at exactly 6:30 a.m.—soft, melodic, nothing jarring. She stirred beside him, burrowing deeper into the blankets with a sleepy little whine. He smiled against her hair, pressing a kiss to the top of her head before sliding out of bed.
By the time she opened her eyes again, he was already dressed in loose sweatpants and nothing else, the low morning light carving shadows across his broad chest. He carried a glass of water in one hand and stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at her with that calm, expectant expression she knew so well.
“Morning, babygirl,” he said, voice low and warm. “Time to start the day.”
She stretched, the sheet slipping down to reveal her bare breasts, and gave him a sleepy smile. “Five more minutes, Daddy?”
He arched a brow. “You
