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Daddy!RomanoXChild!ReaderLovino sighed "(Name)! Where are you!?" he called.
He then remembered how he got in this situation.
~a few hours ago~
"(Name)! It's time for your bath!" Lovino called out
"NO! Anything but that!" Little (Name) whined
Lovino sighed "I'll bring your toys if you want..."
"NO! I don't want to take a bath!" (Name) yelled, running out of the room
"Does it ALWAYS have to be like this when it's her bathtime?" Lovino facepalmed and ran after her.
~flackback thingy end~
"(Name)! Bambina!" Lovino called out. Then he heard a creak in her bedroom. Lovino went in the room and saw that the closet was moving a little then sighed "Well, I guess (Name) isn't here.... And I was planning to buy her a (favorite flavour) ice cream after she took a bath...."
"(F-favorite flavour) ice cream....?" (Name) peeped out from the closet, she grinned "Ice cream ice cream ice cream!" (Name) shouted happily as she ran to the bathroom
Daddy!Germany x Little!Sick!Reader Keep Smiling
You opened the door that led to your daddy's office, peaking inside the quiet room. Behind the desk sat the disheveled man, his face buried in his hands.
"What's wrong daddy?" your small voice asked. He lifted his face from his hands, his untidy blond hair stuck out in odd directions while some stuck to the pale skin of his forehead. "Oh...nothing sweetie." he replied softly. You frowned as you walked over to him, placing your small hand onto his arm. You quickly glanced down at his desk where small pieces of paper were spread out. On the pieces of paper, in big bold letters, read 'Medical Bills'.
"I don't like seeing you like this." you said, looking into his icy blue eyes. You knew why your daddy was upset. A few months ago, you were diagnosed with cancer. The doctors said it was affecting your heart and brain. Daddy did all he could for you, like spending time with you in the hospital or reading books to you at late n
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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