"I don't want to have a baby."

It wasn’t unusual for his daughter to have friends over. She did, in fact, pretty consistently. Blake didn’t usually mind, as they pretty much kept to themselves most of the time. There was a plumbing issue in his bathroom, which brought him to the downstairs bathroom for his morning shower. He didn’t hear the door open, and he hadn’t even noticed the younger woman standing there until he turned off the water and opened the glass doors of the shower. His first instinct was to rush for a towel and cover himself up, until he noticed the way her eyes were glued to him as he moved. Blake smirked, grabbing a towel from the rack. He didn’t wrap it around himself, but instead just used it to towel dry his hair, continuing to stand there naked before her. “You lost, princess?” His voice was low as he cocked an eyebrow.

“Are you sick? You can’t be sick. I have a break coming up! I don’t want you to be sick.” Cue the precious little pout on her lips.