“Daddy, is Mama your best friend?” She asked, sitting on her dads stomach as he lay on bed. They whispered as Y/N lay beside them, fast asleep. She had snuck in, unable to sleep, and had been talking her father’s ear off as he tried to sleep. For a four year old, she asked a lot of questions.
“Yes, darling. Mama is my best friend,” he grumbled, rubbing his face in frustration.
She moved closer, patting both his cheeks with her tiny hands, “Daddy, can we get a snack?”
He shook his head, “It’s late, bug. If you wake Mama up she’s gonna be upset”
“Please, Daddy? Just one snack,” she looked at him, wide eyed with her mother’s eyes.
Michael sighed as he scooped her up in his arms as they walked to the kitchen. He sat her on the counter as he cut up strawberries and put them in a little bowl. She picked at them for a bit before reaching to be held once more. He held his daughter in one arm and her bowl of fruit in the other hand.
“Daddy, where do strawberries come from?” She asked, lifting one up to his mouth for him to eat. Michael sighed, shaking his head. It was going to be a long night.
Okay but let me know why I want to see soft daddy Michael with his boxers, manbun and a lil stubble, sleepily standing with his little girl in his arms as she asks him ridiculous questions because she couldn’t sleep. Like let me know???
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