55 Flash Fiction Friday: Who’s your Daddy

It’s the evening and it’s just the two of us. We kiss and joke. We make comments about the day. Our clothes slide off and we cuddle under the covers. Kisses become passionate, and then from the other room we hear, “Da-DEE”. That little shit. Good thing she can’t climb out of the crib, yet.

55 Flash Fiction Friday
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9 thoughts on “55 Flash Fiction Friday: Who’s your Daddy

  1. Ah yes….I remember those days very well.
    Thanks for that Reality 55 Erica.
    That little stinker is growing up fast isn’t she?
    Thanks for visiting, and have a Great Week-End…G

  2. LOL….I like the reference to little sh!t. I so many times said that too, in the past. Now our kids are gone…we’re empty nesters and living it up.

    My fiction for Friday is posted too, you’ll need to skim down below my Friday’s Show n Tell bunny to find it.

    Happy weekend.