You're not that similar

Den rolled his eyes, "Okay stop, drama queen. I made you pork sandwiches today."

Stella's face instantly lighted up, "Yayyyy."

Den shook his head as he put the plate in front of Stella, "Hey McCartney, remind me how old are you again?"

Stella: *With mouth full, barely able to speak* "I'm eiffeen."

Den slapped his forehead, "The way you behave, people would think you were eighteen months old, not years."

Stella chuckled as Den stood up and said, "I'll be back in a moment."

Stella nodded and continued to eat her food. She had to admit, for a person who did not eat these things, he was rather a good cook.

Den came back half an hour later to find Stella on her feet and leaning on the study table. He rushed over and immediately scooped her little figure into his arms. Stella pouted and said, "It's not fair Sharp." But she made no attempt to squirm out of Den's embrace.

Den asked, "What wrong? Do you need to go pee?"

Stella shook her head. Den's temper began to rise at this. He said, "So you were out of bed. When you are clearly not allowed. For no particular reason at all?"

Stella: "Hey Sharp, don't come to a conclusion so fast. I have a valid reason."

Den: "And what would that be, McCartney?"

Stella: "I was bored."

Now Den really wanted to strangle this little girl in front of him. He pursued his lips and put Stella back on the bed.

He said, "There is a whole shelf of books here. Tell me which one do you want. You can pass time reading them."

Stella looked mortified as she said, "Who the hell reads books for pleasure? I would rather be dead than read something I don't have to."

Den sighed, "I guess you're not that similar."

But his voice was so low that Stella did not hear. "Sorry. What was that?" She asked as she munched on some snacks.

Den shook his head, "Nothing. So, what do you want to do if not read a book?"

Stella thought for a moment, "I want to go outside and play basketball. Even baseball or volleyball would be nice. Hell, just a good run would be refreshing."

Den: "...."

Stella: "What's wrong?"

Den: "You know you aren't even allowed to get out of bed, let alone run and play."

Stella sighed, "That's why I am so sad."

Den: "Well if you can't think of anything to do, go to sleep. Simon will be here tomorrow."

Stella hurriedly said, "Hey Sharp? Will you help me with something?"

Den turned around, "Sure. What?"

Stella: "Could you comb my hair? They are unmanageable enough as they are. And have not been combed since June was here last."

Den sighed, "Fine. But don't blame me if it hurts."

Stella mumbled as he went out, "Well not like you would understand. With your perfect hair."

Stella had long black, bushy hair. They had not been combed for a few days and resembled a nest right now.

Den came back with a comb and Stella braced herself for the ordeal she went through everytime she combed her hair. But it never came. Den's hands were surprisingly gentle and Stella fell asleep while he was combing her hair.