THE TALK

Sansa is my pouty princess today. She is thankfully so much better than she was when she was shot a couple of weeks ago.

She has been really clingy too. She hates to be left alone and wants either me or Penny around. She has been sleeping with me too.

The ring that I had got still sits in my pocket. I plan on proposing her soon. I want to do it when she is not in her head space. I hope she says yes! I don't know what I will do in case she doesn't.

"Daddy... Daddyyyyy more paints." she pulls my hand breaking my reverie. She is painting the walls and herself and everything around her.

"No princess. Let's go have a bath now?" I ask her. We have been playing with paints since morning and its afternoon now.

"No daddy. More paints." she pouts.

"We will have sparkly bubbles in the water yes?"

"The pink ones?"

"Whichever ones you want baby doll " I smile and pick her up.

After she is squeaky clean and dressed I carry her to my bedroom.

"Baby, we need to talk." I tell her solemnly. She looks upto me and sees I am darn serious and then nods.

"what wrong daddy?" she asks afraid.

"Is it the paints?"

"No princess. It's something else. Can you tell daddy the rules?" I ask her.

She recites the rules like the good girl that she is.

"You broke a couple of them yes?" I ask her calmly but firmly.

She considers me for a couple of seconds and then realisation dawns and she slowly nods her head.

"I lied. And I no tell daddy when something wrong." she tells me softly.

"Yes. You’re such a good girl, princess." I kiss her.

"You know you have to be punished yes?" I ask her she nods.

"You do realise how serious the consequences can be when you break the rules?" I ask referring to her being shot and all.

"Yes daddy... " she whispers.

"Good. Come here now."