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"Baby, you know I'm working.."
Feeling unsure of yourself, you'd wandered into Price's office during hours. You really weren't supposed to be doing so unless it was an emergency or a meeting, but you just needed your daddy, this counted as one.
"Just this once, okay?"
He knew how you were around rules. It was good to have boundaries, but sometimes things just got too much. You found yourself climbing into his lap, favourite teddy in hand and teether on your wrist. Price was accepting about moments like this, but knew the talks and knew what had to happen. You knew what was coming, and hoped Price would be as gentle as he could.
"I can't let this happen anymore, little love, but if you ever need me during hours, you know our code word, yeah?" he begins to speak, rubbing a hand on your lower back and his jaw resting closely on your shoulder so he could still see his paperwork. "I know, I know.. But if this happens again, no day out for two weeks, okay? I know you can be good, I do.. You already are so good." he reassures you, trying to cover the topic as best as possible without triggering your rsd. "Daddy doesn't love you any less, it makes me so happy that you come to him for comfort! But in times like this we need to approach that comfort differently, mhm? Daddy could get in trouble for slacking."
Nodding in understanding, you took a deep breath, trying to shake off the impending thoughts of "he hates me, he won't care for me any more." Though Price already had that, and was rubbing his nose gently against yours in a small kiss, one of the most delicate acts of affection.
"Good kid, make daddy proud, yeah?"
You couldn't appreciate Price more, the way he took such good care of you, put thought into every single word he spoke, every single touch he gave; Your eyes even pricked with tears at how understanding he was, distracting you away from how he was currently holding you close, pressing your chest to his own by leaning closer to his desk. Heart soothing already, you were melting into his touch, moulding into his body, he was your daddy and no one else's, cared for you in ways no one else could be, you were his little one.
"Now, baby, can you tell daddy what's wrong?"
You were unable to babble anything coherent, Price's musk sinking its way into your senses and relaxing every single muscle you had, eyes fluttering against his neck while incoming sleep swallowed your body whole. Your soul was at peace, and Price was the only one who could do such a thing.
"Next time, I'll wrap a pillow in my shirt, yeah? Just for you baby.. Sleep well."
And you fell asleep just like that, unable to see the widest grin that lay on Price's lips, tears even pooling in his eyes at how adorable you were. He was so proud to have you as his kid.
"Love you, little puppy."