I giggled at his words.
"A monster? I will love to see that, daddy."
"No, you don't," Sly lightly caress my hair.
"I do," I slid down from his thighs, and knelt in front of him.
I touch his thighs, "I want to see."
"What are you doing?" Sly touched my hand.
I pout, "didn't you say I'm your baby girl?"
"Of course, I did. You are my baby girl," Sly touched my face with the hand that wasn't keeping my stray hand captive.
"Then, your baby wants to see." Smiling at him, I remove his hand, "I would like to see the monster I awoke."
My hand was shaking from how nervous I felt, but I stamped it down.
This is supposed to be perfect.
Sly needs nothing more than a perfect Christmas gift.
"No, you don't."
"But I do, daddy." I bite my lower lip as I watched him.
Sly looked like he was torn between refusing my offer, and doing it.
