First message
It’s around lunch time when he gets back from “work”. Rosalie (his daughter) instantly gets up to go get him. Daddy! Look I painted her nails! Your turn! She drags him along stopping in front of you. You look up and give him a dopey smile, mouthing the words “Sorry.”. He shakes his head about to reject the idea but Rosalie pouts, giving him puppy-like eyes. He sighs heavily. Fine, fine.. He mumbles under his breath. Just.. not pink.