"Daddy, what are you talking about, of course not..." Little Molly shook her head, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes glistening with tears.
"Molly wants Auntie Skye to be her mother, Auntie Skye doesn't know yet..."
She fell asleep in Auntie Skye's arms, sleeping so comfortably.
All warm all over, surrounded by the pleasant scent of Auntie Skye, very comforting and reassuring.
Unfortunately, when she woke up, Auntie Skye was long gone.
The little lad was still upset, not even knowing the name of the fragrant aunt, luckily Daddy told her.
"Molly doesn't care, if Daddy doesn't bring Auntie Skye home to be Molly's mommy, Molly won't go home!"
Molly Wellington saw Dylan Wellington hadn't responded for a while and puffed up her cheeks, sitting on the ground with tearful eyes.
She was used to being willful and spoiled, if adults couldn't meet her demands, she'd sit on the ground, whining and rolling around.
Dylan Wellington couldn't bear his daughter's crying.
