Hitgirlkills1

:bulletblue: Wolverine-x-Baby Reader: Daddy’s Girl :bulletblue: (F/n) was crying again.   No, not crying . . . screeching. And as Logan (her amused father) watched the baby cry with her little mouth open as far as it could go, he had to admit this his child’s vocal power rivaled Banshee’s. Not that it was something he needed his six month old daughter to prove, now or in fact ever.   “Come on kiddo, ya gotta stop sometime.”   When the wailing just got louder, the man sighed and picked the bawling baby up out of her crib. Gently, he bounced her in his arms in hopes to sooth her, but (F/n) only continued to cry he

 "Of course he doesn't show up." My foot taps impatiently as I sit with a bread stick in my mouth. I take it out and toss it on the plate on the table. Maybe I'm at the wrong Nandos. I think while I quickly run my fingers through my (H/C) hair to push my bangs out of my face. I had spent an hour giving my hair these beautiful lose curls and I took awhile picking out what I was going to wear. But I settled for a nice green shirt with a pair of blue jeans and some simple accessories. ( http://media-cache-ec4.pinterest.com/upload/142918988144880614_wR1aqrro_b.jpg ) I sighed and rested my head on my hand. I closed my (e/c) eyes and let out a de