# Daddys little princess chapter 7 (this will be the last chapter for a little while)
Slowly paddling down the hall I wrap my pink fluffy dressing gown tightly round myself, shivering I mumble to myself “i hate getting out of a warm bed” sighing as I stop in my stop and wriggle my toes in the carpet, smiling to myself. As I get closer to the kitchen I can hear banging and crashing “what in the world is that man doing” peeking round the door, a confused look spreading across my face as I watch you emptying every cupboard, draw and shelf in our kitchen, the work surfaces are covered with pots/pans/plates you have even pulled all my spices out of their rack. Shaking my head as I watch you, creeping slowly to the table I quietly pull out a chair and stare transfixed by what you are doing, so lost in what ever the task is that you are trying to achieve you dont even notice me speak to you, clearing my throat I speak a bit louder “Dadddyyyy??” without even looking up you snap “WHAT!!!” at me. Confused and hurt by your tone I nervously bite my lip “not..tthing daddy”. As I watch you I see your shoulders slump and can almost hear the sigh “im sorry princess, daddy didn’t mean to snap, good morning” still stinging from how you spoke to me I answer you slightly colder than normal “morning daddy” “I’m sorry princess, daddy didn’t mean to snap, good morning” still stinging from how you spoke to me I answer you slightly colder than normal “morning daddy”