“For me, too, Daddy!” she said, smiling at him.
“I love you, Millie,” he said, “very, very much.”
“I love you, too, Daddy,” she replied, “very, very much!” She got up from the table and came around to hug his neck, and he hugged her back. Then she picked up the soda from the table and walked towards the door, headed to her room and bed. She was tired both physically and emotionally and was ready for some sleep. She stopped at the doorway, turning to look at him as she spoke.
“Daddy?” she said, looking at him.
“Yes, baby?” he replied.
“If you ever want…I mean, well, if you ever want or need…cookies…again, will you tell me?” she asked, her voice soft and hesitant. Bill paused a moment before he replied.
“Yes, baby, I will,” he said, giving her a small smile.
“You will?” she said, her face lighting up. “Promise?”
“I promise,” he replied.
“Thank you, Daddy!” she said, and then she was gone.
Bill sat there at the table for a few minutes more, the events of the evening running through his mind and his imagination running wild with thoughts of what may happen in the future. He finally got up and picked up his coffee mug, walking over to the sink and rinsing it out before putting it in the drainer. As he walked down the hallway to his bedroom he wasn’t sure of a lot of things, but there was one thing he was pretty sure of.
He was pretty sure he’d be wanting more cookies – and soon.
Fini.
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