ѕσкєєƒє σηєѕнσтѕ ~somewhere only we know~

5|Their Story

"Daddy, you can't say no to the Birthday Girl. It's a rule."

Malorie waged her little finger in front of Keefe's face as she squinted at him to make it clear that she wasn't going to back down just yet.

Keefe laughed, seeing how persistent she was.

"Fine, five minutes. Then bedtime," Keefe instructed, and Malorie pouted.

"But daddy, you always let me stay past bedtime-"

"Shushhhh! Mummy can hear you!" Keefe immediately covered her mouth as Malorie giggled.

Sophie turned around, eyeing them both.

"What now? It's bedtime soon," she asked, walking over to her bed.

"Daddy," Malorie gave a sly smile, giving him a glare that said, last chance daddy.

Keefe narrowed his eyes at her, returning her a look that said, fine, you win.

"We can let her stay up a little later today, please?" Keefe asked Sophie, giving her a pleading look.

Sophie narrowed her eyes at both of them. "Only today," she sighed as she sat down next to Malorie and Keefe.

They both cheered and Sophie laughed, seeing how father and Daughter had such a childish bond.

Then again, Keefe did tell her he was a four at heart. 

"Can you tell me how you two met? It's like a fairy tale," Malorie gave a dreamy look at both of them, and Sophie blushed.

"Well, it was simple. One day, we met at school. Then a few years later, I found mummy on one knee outside my door, holding a bouquet of flowers, begging me to marry her. And after years and years of asking, I finally said yes."

Keefe looked up with a dreamy look, similar to Malorie's as Sophie glared at him, pinching his arm.

Still, both of the girls started laughing. Sophie cleared her throat, giving Keefe a playful glare.

Malorie finally stopped laughing as she crawled up to sit next to Keefe.

"The reallll one, daddy. Start from the very top, I want all the details." Malorie smirked, and Sophie grinned, seeing the resemblance between them.

"Please mummy? I'll go to bed right after," Malorie promised, her big and adorable brown eyes unable to say no to.

"The real story. It was the opposite, actually. One day, I was sitting at the bookstore, not doing anything at all, he strode in, and begged to be my friend."

"Come on, I wasn't that desperate. Besides, you looked cute," Keefe smirked, and Sophie pinched him again.

Malorie grinned as she crawled back to bed, Sophie tucking her in as she combed her fingers through her blonde hair.

"And then, we went out to eat tacos," Sophie laughed, remembering how fun it was.

"Really mummy? Tacos? You could've chosen a more romantic place you know," Malorie deadpanned, and Sophie smiled.

"We were just friends then you know," Sophie reminded.

"She had the biggest crush on me," Keefe added, and Sophie ignored it.

Malorie, however, didn't. 

"She did? How did she act? I bet mummy was all nervous," she smirked as Sophie glared at Keefe.

"She was, actually. But she had the whole Great Foster Oblivion, so even her herself didn't know she was completely in love with me," Keefe smirked, and Malorie giggled.