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Lushes, with a mischievous glint in her eyes that Deathrow swore was the purest form of cuteness, was a connoisseur of chaos. Her favorite target? Her very own Daddy, Deathrow, who was so utterly besotted that her worst pranks only seemed to deepen his infatuation.
One Tuesday morning, Deathrow woke up to find his entire side of the bed covered in meticulously placed rubber ducks. Not just any ducks, but ducks wearing tiny sunglasses, tiny top hats, and even one holding a miniature sign that read, "Honk if you love Babygirl!" He blinked, then slowly a smile spread across his face, shaking his head. "Oh, my devious little babygirl," he chuckled, picking up a particularly dapper duck.
He found Lushes in the kitchen, casually sipping coffee, trying to look innocent. "Did you enjoy your quacking awakening, Daddy?" she asked, a smirk playing on her lips. Deathrow walked over, sweeping her into a hug, ducks still clinging to his pajamas. "You're lucky you're so adorable, you menace," he murmured into her hair, kissing the top of her head. He then held up the sign-wielding duck. "And yes, Babygirl, I honk. I absolutely honk."
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