No one pov:
A young orange hair girl sat in front of the door waiting patiently for her Father to return home from his new restaurant he and uncle Henry had started a few months ago
Y/N pov:
Siting in front of the door with my favorite plush that looked like a ballerina siting right next to me
'When will Dad be home!' looking up at the clock that hangs in front of the said that the time was 7:30 and looking out the kitchen window it was clear that it was dark outside and barely any light
"Y/N dear can you come and help me in the kitchen?" Looking back at the kitchen it was clear that mom was trying to make homemade bread for tonight's dinner
"Alright Mom" getting up from sitting on the hard wood floor picked up my ballerina doll heading twords the kitchen to see her mother who had a round tummy that everyone told me was carrying a baby
'I still want to know how Mommy got that baby in her' "Sigh" but I know no one is going to tell me anytime soon
Clara pov:
Looking down I could see my four years old daughter who was helping me with the bread dough for dinner something both her and William love the most is a piece of bread with there meals
'I know this girl got all her brain cells from her Dad' looks down and sees that Y/N is trying to eat the raw bread dough
"Y/N what have I told you?" Slowly Y/N looked up at me with a worried face "Um, don't eat raw bread dough?" She said all that and still have the dough in her hands trying to sneak a bit into the soon to be bread
"Hehe, Y/N you are just like your Father" taken the dough from her hands
"Are you saying being like me is a bad thing,?" Looking back I saw that William had came in at some point and had cleaned up without anyone knowing
"Daddy!" Y/N ran up to William and hugged his leg tightly given him a big smile
"No William, it's bad how much she loves bread because of you" walking over to my husband and gave him a kiss on the cheek because my stomach made it only a little hard to kiss on the lips
"Well let's go and eat now?" William said picking up Y/N and going to the table
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Afton family x Y/N daughter
Randomstory summary: Y/N Afton is the oldest out of all her siblings, she is four years older than Michael who is fifteen in the story.
