my happy little babies

There’s something really funny about loving someone throughout a long term relationship. Like how your love changes… you can be so mad at them one day and the next they can make you fall in love all over again (although you never really fell out)… it’s so funny to me…

it’s been 5 years and we’re preparing for our first child… it’s wild how far we’ve come and how much we’ve learned to love each other.

Baby: *pouts* But I feel I did something wrong daddy … *sad*

Daddy: ‘No baby, you didn’t do anything wrong. Daddy loves you sweetie ❤️Baby’s daddy’s good girl,
spread your legs baby, let daddy play with your little pussy.’ *kissea baby*

Baby: *opens legs*

Daddy: *whispers in ear*
'Good girl. Let daddy make your pussy happy baby. You’re my good little girl … ’*puts wand against baby’s pussy*

Baby: *squirms*

Daddy: 'How does that feel little girl? *smiles and nodds* Good girl, give daddy some room baby …
Now where does your thumb go?’

Baby: *puts thumb in mouth*

Daddy: 'goood girl …. You’re daddy’s good girl aren’t you’ *turns wand up and bites neck*

Baby: yes daddy .. I-im your g-good girl .. *heavy breathing*

Daddy: 'want to make daddy happy baby? ’

Baby: Y-yes daddy!

Daddy: *smirks* 'Good litlle girl … now cum for daddy baby … show daddy. Say my name sweetie , daddy loves you ….’

Baby ……. *fireworks*

@babysdaddyddlg thank You for allowing me to play Daddy , baby gave daddy pwesent ☺️
I love You Daddy ❤️

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.