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Not your divorced!

Not your divorced!

5.0

Lunar looked in his eyes after the kiss, he wanted more, they both wanted more. He pulled her closer, he was about to kiss her again when a knock on the door interrupted. He stood up and answered the door. "Hey!" He greeted aloud. "Hi daddy!" Kaila greeted in a loud excited tone. Daemon lifted her from the ground, as he turned to enter the room, khalid hopped in immediately. "Hey dad!" The kid looked up to greet his father. "Howdy little man!" He responded. "We haven't seen you all day. Grandma said you had a headache. Are you okay daddy?" Khalid asked in a concerned tone. "Is the headache gone now?" . "Yes son it's gone completely, not a single trace left." He smiled then looked at lunar. "Daddy, when are you going to make lunar our mommy?" Kaila's question brought daemon's attention from the flash backs of the kiss they'd shared earlier. The question put him in an awkward position, he didn't know what answer to give to not offend lunar or disappoint his daughter, as he struggled for a suitable answer, lunar broke the ice. "Kaila why do you need a mommy?" The question was a save but it was important to know why the little girl seems so desperate to get a mommy. "Because, mommies braid their daughter's hair, have ice cream with them at the park, teach them how to organise tea parties, sings them good night songs." She explained with a longing look in her eyes. "I see. But what makes you think i can do all that for you?" Lunar asked despite being moved to tears with the girl's answer. "Can't you?" Kaila asked. "I mean i can but why do you think i'm the best candidate for that. To be your mommy i mean." "Because i like you, you're kind, gentle and daddy spends a lot of time looking at your pictures on magazines...." "Okay that's enough information passed out." Daemon rushed to cover her mouth. "Kids!" He giggled nervously at lunar. Lunar pursed her lips, she couldn't believe her ears. She pulled kaila from daemon and sat her on her lap. "Kaila honey, how long has he been doing that?" She asked the little girl, she wanted more information. "A lot of time." Kaila replied nodding. "For a year now." Khalid blotted. "Hey! You guys are supposed to have my back here!" Daemon cried out. "We do. We just want to let the lady know how much you love her because we do too." Khalid said gesturing with his hand. "Dad, it's no secret that you do. Grandma talks about it, uncle stan, aunt Anit, aunt kiki, even grandpa. Everyone except you." His index finger pointed at his father. "Oh my! Even my thoughts have betrayed me!" Daemon said. "So are you gonna marry her daddy?" Kaila asked tilting her head sideways. Lunar smiled, giggled and listened the whole time, the family drama unfolding before her was an interesting site to behold. "Kaila honey...i can't just ask her to marry me like that." He replied. "Why? You know everything about her already" Kaila wondered out loud. "No i don't" he protested "Yes you do. You've read and watched all her interviews" She replied. "Kaila it's not that simple books are not correct all the time." He said. "Ah!" Kaila gasped. "Hey! You ask us to read all the time and do our homework too." Khalid shot, if book information cannot be relied on then they've been lied to. "No honey, what i mean is. Books about celebrities, example the media, magazines and news papers are not always accurate." He hope this was a good enough answer. "Oh!" Kaila and khalid chorused. "So you can't ask her to marry based on that? Why? You know her name, she knows yours, give her a ring already!" Kaila pressed on. "No honey, i can't ask her to marry based on that because, adults are more complicated than knowing each other names, and it takes a lot for someone to ask someone to marry someone." Daemon was almost fainting from providing answers. "What he means is that, we are not ready yet to be husband and wife. You can't marry someone you don't understand to a certain level." Lunar said. "Oh!" Kaila and khalid chorused. "Wait just like that? You understood it like..." He snapped his fingers. "Uh huh" they chorused again. Daemon sighed exasperatedly. "Kids!" Lunar giggled "kaila, you don't need to worry about getting a new mommy. I'll braid your hair when you want, we'll have ice creams at the park and do a lot of fun activities that you like." "Hmmm will it be the same if we don't live in the same house?" Kaila's question put lunar and daemon in a tight position. They turned and looked at each other.

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