#bay karaish

    “Well.”
    “Uncle Asher!”
    “Hm? Oh. Ohhhh.”
    “Holy shit…”

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     Bay slipped out of Sylvie’s arms to find a shirt. “Suppose we better get going. Is Heaven ready?”
     Sylvie chuckled as she perched on the edge of the bed. “She’s been in her new dress for the last two hours. I think we’ll have more trouble getting her out of it, to be honest. I had to convince her not to wear it on the train ride home.”
     “Sounds about right,” he said with a laugh. “Thanks for taking her out today. Wish I could have come, but work—”
     “Babe, you know I love spending time with her. We had a lovely girlie day, and I spoilt her like the little princess she is.”
     Bay groaned, stepping out of the walk-in wardrobe with shirt half buttoned. “You are so setting yourself up for trouble, you know?”
     “If years of fairytales and childhood films taught me anything, it’s that things don’t end well for wicked stepmothers. I’m gonna make myself her favourite,” she added, turning her nose up with a self-satisfied smile.
     Bay shook his head. “I’ll remind you of that when she’s a teenager.”
     “Oh, no, nuh-uh, don’t pretend you’re not the worst one for spoiling his little princess.”
     “Granted, I suppose. Right.” He absently smoothed his shirt and took a deep breath. “Ready?”
     “One hundred per cent.”
     “…Let’s go then.” He held out a hand, only a little shakily, and Sylvie took it with an encouraging squeeze. He gently grazed her knuckles with his lips before tugging her up off the bed. She giggled, her smile bright and excited, the very opposite of his own nerves, though he tried his best to mirror it as they set off to find his just as eager daughter.

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     “Now, you’re completely sure?”
     “Of course I’m sure, Bay. Why wouldn’t I be?”
     “I’ve told you, they’re… a lot.” Bay chuckled awkwardly as he swept a lock of Sylvie’s hair from her face, cupping her face and smiling as she leaned into the gesture. “You can still back out. Wouldn’t want to scare you off now, would I?”
     “Not gonna happen.” Sylvie grinned up at him, her green eyes sparkling. She traced a forefinger lightly down his arm, playful yet reassuring. “How are you more nervous about this than I am?”
     “Because I know them; I know what they’re like.”
     “Not because you’re scared of how official this makes us? Sure you don’t wanna hide me away a little longer?”
     “Never. I’d show you off to the world in a heartbeat. How could I not want that? I mean, just look at you…” He let his eyes flicker appreciatively over her, taking in every curve, and she smiled wider. Shaking himself out of it, he continued, “but I’d happily hide them away a little longer.”
     “Aw, you don’t mean that. You love them, really.”
     “Well, of course. Doesn’t mean I trust them to not chase you off.”
     “And I’ve told you, not gonna happen.” She pushed further onto the tips of her toes to give him a light kiss, patting his chest in another reassuring gesture. 
     “Mm, see, you haven’t met Sky yet.”
     “I’m sure we’ll get on great.”
     “That’s… actually a scarier thought? Just don’t get between her and anything sweet. I thought she was intimidating enough before, but a hormonal Sky is just… yikes.”
     “Bay, I’m a woman. I know better than to get between any woman and the food she has her eyes on. Let alone a pregnant woman and her chocolate.”

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