Blake
The second she stalks into the room like a woman on a mission, I know I'm in trouble.
There's an undeniable fire in her eyes, and the way her lips are set tells me that whatever she has in mind, she's not going to be flexible on.
“When Azura wakes up, I'm going to show you how to do her hair.”
Unlike this morning, there's absolutely no discussion, and I can tell in the set of her shoulders and the tilt of her chin that she's not going to budge.
I have no issues learning how to do my daughter's hair; I even think it's a good idea for us to spend that time bonding if Azura is willing. I don't want to force my daughter to do something she's not comfortable doing and that's my only hesitation.
“Is everything okay with your mother and father?” I have no doubt this sudden, stern stan
