Lick it And Slip it in by Demiah13

Chapter 67

Layla’s pov

Daffodil had just taken a bath and had already eaten her lunch about an hour ago. Chef Bryce had already left so it was only Daff and me in the house.

I pass the comb through Daff’s slightly wet hair. She hugged her bunny and giggled at the movie playing on the screen.

We were watching Finding Nemo and apparently, that was one of her favorite movies. She had so many favorites that I had lost count of how many.

After making sure that her hair was free of all tangles, I began to plait her hair. I marveled at how soft her hair was and how much it reminded me of her brother’s.

A yawn came from her lips and I felt a small smile curve on my face. “Are you tired?” I asked softly, running my fingers on the little troublesome hairs at the sides.

I never had a younger sibling and it was kind of nice taking care of someone else that wasn’t my mother.

She nods softly and lets out another yawn. “I am. I want to go for a nap.” She lets out another yawn while hugging her bunny even closer to her. I nod.

“Do you normally go for a nap at this time?” | asked in curiosity, getting off the chair

“Sometimes. I always get sleepy when someone’s combing my hair.” She giggles.

“Oh so then it’s my fault you’re so tired?” I joked, helping her up from the cushion. I picked it up and set it back on the sofa neatly.

Daff giggles, placing her bunny on the other side of her waist and looked up at me. “You’re going to be my sister one day. I just know it!” She smiles, seeming to be pleased with herself.

| swallowed harshly and was tempted to look away from her. I would hate to disappoint her….

“Daff I

I stopped. I couldn’t tell a five year old that her brother and I would never, ever happen. It would break her little heart and crush the little dream she had of us.

girls never cared to comb my hair or talk to me when they were here. They were only

smiled at Daffodil while brushing my palm over her head. “Well

lovely girl. Their loss.”

Spending time with Daff was fun and she was not at all troublesome. She was well behaved and it was obvious that she

proud to

put off the television we both walked upstairs to her bedroom where once she snuggled in her covers, fell asleep

at her small little figure in the bed and throw the covers over her. “Thank you for being my friend Layla.” She mumbled in

some troublesome strands from her face and sighed. “Thank you for being a sweet little girl Daff,” I whispered, smiling as I got

Daff shifts and I backed away quickly not wanting the vibration

phone from my pocket. A row of notifications

my thumb down over the cracked screen

the notifications showcased in front of

sighed heavily with slight fear and anxiety, already knowing

When are you going to update!!? This is

and

dragging the

wait to see how this

Oh My God, I need

It always feels so good to know that some readers enjoy my work enough to want more. Unfortunately, I still wasn’t sure I was

Tyler was showing me

Layla. You taste even better

shivered as that little

me a lot. But I still didn’t have that spark of inspiration to

throbs a bit when I got bad comments from impatient readers but then it lightens as soon as I read those

hummed and then clicked on Google docs. My eyes swept over my words. It feels as if

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