“Daddy?” I staggered into the living room having only just woken at around noon. It was the weekend, but daddy was still sitting on the couch, probably doing some important work on his computer. I just stood staring at him for a moment, clutching my teddy bear with both arms.
“What is it sweet girl?” he asked when I didn’t continue.
I rubbed some of the sleepy from my eyes and yawned. “I slept funny and my back hurts…” I half said, half mumbled.
“Mhm, and you want a back rub, don’t you?” he asked with an accusing tone. Daddy was used to me requesting back rubs a lot, since they feel so good. Sometimes, they even put me to sleep.
“Yeaah,” I drawled, “but for real this time! I need one!”
“Uh huh, sure,” he replied, setting his laptop aside and gesturing for me to come lay down on him. I happily complied, laying with my head on the arm of the couch, my upper body on his lap, and my legs spread out on the rest of the couch. It already felt so comfy and warm laying up against him.