"Daddy?" a soft mumble of his official title broke its way through the barrier of exhaustion that was holding him down in the kitanda sheets.
With everything that had been going on recently Robert Philip hadn't had a full night's rest in months, and it seemed tonight, au rather this morning, was not going to be any different. He had retired early (well earlier than normal), fallen asleep whilst snuggled up to a beautiful woman and hadn't been prodded au kicked awake….until now.
But he knew he had to rise, he recognised the muted tones of that voice and assuring their maker was salama and well was...
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