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I watched as Sophia carried a box - that was light - like she was dying. She set the box down, sat on the floor and started writing on the floor.

"Little One!" I whined and picked her up. The floor was all dirty, the whole house was considering nobody's lived in it for a good amount of time.

"Don't sit or touch the floor." I said as I carried Sophia over to the sink.

"Wanna play!" She whined.

"I know you do, but you have to wait until at least one room is clean." She huffed and washed her hands as I held her over the sink. When she was done I brushed her off and she turned around to me.

"We go sleep."

"You can."

"Wif you, Daddy!" She crowed while pulling on my hands.

"I can't. You need a nap anyways." She was starting to get cranky and she usually took a nap around this time all the time, even when she's big.

I dragged her upstairs and laid on the bed as she watched me.

"C'mer." She ran over and jumped on me then snuggled into me.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Little One?"

"I love you."

"I love you." She smiled and quickly fell asleep.

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as ya'll's may or may not know I'm 'writing' a new Tom story and I feel like nobody will read it and I need to write it and yeah

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