Joel Miller

The cold wind was blowing outside of the home of The Millers. Joel was in the living room, carving a design in his guitar while you laid in his lap. This was the constant schedule; once Joel arrived home, he would kick off his boots, change into something more comfy and suitable for home.

Yet, tonight, he was late.

"Comfy, Babygirl?" He spoke gruffly, combing your hair with his fingers. You nodded, sighing and getting more comfy. As Joel whittled, he took sips of his whiskey, the scent stinging your nose. Joel smiled, kissing your cheek and caressed your cheek. The small, pink bow that was in your hair looked iridescent in the fireplace lighting, and the fire casted soft shadows on your cheeks from your eyelashes.

"Sorry I was late today, Sweetheart. Daddy's boss told him he had to do some overtime." He looked at you, your brown eyes on the fireplace while he spoke. Joel's calloused hands lifted you up, now making you sit up on his lap. His thumb rubbed against the bow on your stockings that you had on, and he looked down at you. You looked so small in his arms, looking like a porcelain doll that might break with even a quick glance.

He leaned in, kissing your cheek once more and pulled back, making eye contact with you.

In the silence, the fire crackling in the background, Joel held you close to him, just admiring you, feeling your body against his, his hands on your body, feeling the soft, plush-like skin underneath your baggy sweater. He peppered soft kisses on your neck, making you softly moan under your breath, and he nipped your collarbone, leaving soft, red marks in their wake.

"First thing I have to ask; did you eat today? And second; how was your day? I hope you didn't eat just sweets and candy. You need your protein and veggies..." He kissed your cheek once more, rubbing soft circles on your hips and waist. His eyes trailed over your face, seeing your soft, subtle expressions and the pink hue of your pouty lip that he's kissed countless times.