Heyy! I NEED more dad!rafe i loooove it.
Maybe something like reader and their 4 year old daughter going shopping (with rafes money obviously) and then giving rafe a fashion show. Just something cute, ty already💖
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ → babydaddy!Rafe Cameron x ex-wife babymomma!reader
ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ → Reader and little Chloé spend time together shopping and later force Rafe to watch their fashion show by showing him what they spent his money on
ᴀ/ɴ→ hahaha thank you so much! I really enjoyed writing that, love that daughter energy 🥹 hope you like it 💖 you can send me your ideas in the box, it's always open
The mall trip started because Chloé saw a pair of glitter rain boots in a store window and gasped like she’d just discovered true love
“Mommy” she whispered dramatically tugging your hand “those are princess boots!”
You looked down at your four-year-old daughter already wearing pink sneakers that lit up every time she walked “You do not need more shoes sweetheart”
“but daddy said that if I like something, I can have it”
You actually had to stop walking because you started laughing so hard
Somehow, that logic turned into three shopping bags, matching bracelets neither of you needed, and Chloé insisting she was “the boss of fashion”
Every store employee adored her immediately, especially after she marched into one boutique wearing oversized sunglasses and announced
“My daddy buys things”
You nearly died from embarrassment. The cashier laughed “Sounds like a smart man”
“my daddy is!” Chloé nodded seriously “But he says Mommy spends all his dollars”
“That’s because Mommy does spend all my dollars” came a familiar voice behind you
You turned to find Rafe standing outside the store entrance in a fitted polo and sunglasses, looking unfairly good for a man who claimed he was “just stopping by for five minutes”
“Daddy!” She abandoned the tiny purse she’d been begging for and launched herself into his arms
Rafe caught her easily, kissing the side of her head before glancing at the shopping bags hanging off your arms
His eyebrows lifted slowly “…Jesus Christ”
“It’s called retail therapy” you replied
“With my card?”
“With our daughter’s happiness”
Chloé cupped Rafe’s face with both tiny hands “Daddy, I’m fashion now!”
Rafe looked at the sparkly boots she’d already convinced you to buy “You look expensive”
“I am!” she answered proudly
You snorted while Rafe tried not to smile then Chloé gasped suddenly“WAIT”
She slid out of his arms and grabbed one of the shopping bags “Daddy can’t see the clothes yet!”
Rafe frowned “Why?”
“Because we’re doing a fashion show, daddy!”
“A what?”
“A fash-un show” she repeated slowly
You smiled innocently “She’s been planning it for an hour”
Rafe rubbed a hand over his face already knowing he’d somehow end up trapped in this. And he was right because two hours later, the front door slammed open with a dramatic little gasp
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“Daddy! Don’t look yet!”
Rafe barely had time to put his whiskey down before tiny sneakers squeaked across the marble floors.
His four-year-old daughter nearly crashed into the staircase trying to drag three shopping bags bigger than her up the steps. Behind her, you walked in carrying even more bags, sunglasses perched on your head and an expression that already told him this was going to cost him
Rafe leaned back on the couch slowly “How bad was the damage?”
You shrugged innocently “Your card survived”
“That’s not what I asked”
Chloé popped up from behind the couch, blonde curls messy from running around the mall all afternoon “Mommy said if I used manners I could get sprinkles and a pretze!”
Rafe pressed his lips together trying not to laugh “Mommy’s a bad influence”
“Noooo” Chloé gasped dramatically “Mommy’s fashion”
You snorted while slipping your heels off “See? She gets me”
Rafe watched the two of you disappear upstairs, hearing little feet thundering overhead and drawers opening every two seconds
Then—“Daddy!” Chloé yelled “Close your eyes!”
Rafe sighed like this was the hardest thing he’d ever endured “This is ridiculous”
“NO PEEKING!” she shrieked
“I’m not peeking!”
“You’re peeky!”
Five minutes later music started blasting faintly from upstairs. Some obnoxiously glittery pop song Chloé was obsessed with this week
You came downstairs first
Rafe’s eyes immediately narrowed “You bought another dress?”
“It was on sale”
“That sentence means nothing when you say it”
The silky little dress definitely wasn’t “necessary” and Rafe knew it. You knew it too, judging by your smile but before he could argue further—little tiny footsteps
Chloé appeared at the top of the stairs wearing sparkly pink sunglasses, a little denim jacket and rain boots that absolutely did not match the outfit
She posed with both hands on her hips “Fashion!”
Rafe physically melted “Oh my God” he muttered
Chloé marched down one stair at a time like it was a runway. You followed behind her recording everything on your phone because apparently humiliating him was your favorite hobby
“Tell me I’m beautiful daddy!” Chloé demanded
Rafe immediately sat forward “You’re the prettiest girl in the whole world”
She beamed “I know”
You burst out laughing then she spun around too fast nearly missing a stair and Rafe’s heart stopped for a full second before she caught herself
“Careful bug”
“I’m okay!” she announced proudly before continuing her “show”
Every outfit somehow got worse. A feather boa, cowboy boots, a tutu over jeans
At one point she came downstairs wearing your enormous sunglasses and one of Rafe’s baseball caps “Do I look cool?” she asked seriously
Rafe stared at her for a long moment before looking at you “She dresses exactly like you”
“That’s why she looks amazing”
“She looks insane”
Chloé climbed directly into his lap with all the confidence of a tiny dictator “Daddy, you have to clap after every outfit”
“Yes ma’am”
“And buy me ice cream tomorrow, please”
Rafe narrowed his eyes “This feels manipulative”
She grinned sweetly “pretty please?”
You crossed your arms smugly from the couch “She learned from the best”
Rafe looked between the two of you — matching smiles, matching troublemaker energy — and knew he never stood a chance. Especially when Chloé wrapped her tiny arms around his neck and whispered dramatically into his ear—“Mommy says she misses you”
Your eyes widened immediately “Chloé!”
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