Professional Peefer

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“No,” Xanxus said, glaring at you.

“Yes,” you said, your hands tucked under your large stomach.  “Be a damn father,” you warned quietly before waddling away, leaving Xanxus and his five year old daughter alone in the living room.

“Please daddy,” the little girl begged.

Xanxus growled again, downing his drink before standing up.  “Fine, only until dinner is ready.”

“Yay!” the little red eyes girl cried, grabbing Xanxus’s hand and tugging him up onto the couch.  “You can’t touch the ground, daddy, it’s lava,” she said before jumping into his favorite chair.

Sighing, Xanxus stepped over onto the ottoman in the center of the furniture set.