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.

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

brushing my palm over her head. “Well then, they surely missed out on such

lovely girl. Their loss.”

time with Daff was fun and she was not at all

and I was proud to say that there were

upstairs to her bedroom where once she snuggled in her covers, fell asleep within

little figure in the bed and throw the covers over her. “Thank you for being my friend Layla.” She mumbled in her sleep and snuggled closer to her bunny

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

from my phone startled me. Daff shifts and I backed

softly, I pulled out the phone from my pocket. A row

swiped my thumb down over the cracked screen of my

the notifications showcased in front of my

heavily with slight fear and anxiety, already knowing what to expect.

are you going to update!!? This

and

the story!

Take your time author, can’t wait to see how this story

Oh My God, I

that one. It always feels so good to know that some readers enjoy my work enough to

was showing me a

Layla. You taste even

that little flashback popped into my

But I still didn’t have that spark of inspiration to

loudly, I walked down the hall while scrolling through the endless notifications. My heart throbs a bit when I got bad

then clicked on Google docs. My eyes swept over my

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