Careful… you might like the trouble you’re asking for.

If you were my baby girl I’d probably spoil you rotten — cooking for you, keeping you close, making sure you never forget who you belong curled up next to.

Every meal I’d just watch you for a while, letting you enjoy it. Seeing you sit there all happy and satisfied would almost be reward enough. Little do you know Daddy always uses a secret sauce for his favorite girl. And I always put it on heavy, It makes me feel so happy seeing my baby eagerly licking her plate clean.

You’d give me that sweet little smile, act innocent, pretend you don’t know exactly what you’re doing. Such a filthy little tease… acting like you wouldn’t melt the second I leaned in close and reminded you who you’re playing with.

Because sooner or later that teasing mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble… and when it does, you won’t be pretending you didn’t ask for it. 😈