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9: forehead kiss

          “Jennifer Scott, stop fussing.” Thick, rough fingers were no match made to the girl’s golden locks as he tried to pin them up. This was the job of a mother–a woman with slender fingers who knew what she was doing; the woman who in Jennifer’s life was gone and would never return. He shifted , rolling shoulders that ached from hunching for so long and slaving over his daughter’s hair. It still looked like a mess; a mess that belonged to his beautiful child. With a smile spread across his lips, he came around her and pressed them to her forehead. “I know it is not perfect, but it looks alright–” he murmured against her flesh. “It’s the best papa could do.”

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Send me ➵ and I will bold all that applies to your muse

I would hurt you or use you. | you unsettle me. | I dislike you or you annoy me. | I would like to get to know you better. | I pity you. | you confuse me. | I feel indifferent towards you. | I would be friends with you. | I would fight by your side. | I would hug you or hold your hand. | I would kiss you. | I would sleep with you. | I would lie for you. | I would protect you. | I would fall in love with you. | I would kill for you | I respect you. | you are my family. | I don’t know you.

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13: hand kiss 

          “… and when you do meet the lady of your dreams, Haytham–” Edward paused and got onto his knees, clasping a small hand in his own, “–you love her, respect her… and never make the mistake of leaving her side, no matter if it seems like the right thing to do for both you and her.” The older man’s blue eyes glittered in the dim light of the candle that slowly melted down on the child’s nightstand as he stared into Haytham’s before pulling the small hand just beneath his nose, “and you kiss her–” a soft kiss was pressed from warm lips into the soft flesh, “–like so.” Little lessons in life were important for children to learn; and lessons like this, Edward prayed would be remembered and cherished for a long time. “Goodnight Haytham, sweet dreams, my little one.” Again, he kissed the top of his son’s hand before laying it down and blowing the candle out. 

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Your son is quite the character.....a good looking chap, i only wonder where he gets it from?

          “Of course he is–and who else would he get it from? Mary? Probably.”

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Your daughter has done a /good/ job of ........entertaining me mr kenway. I do hope you dont mind too much..

          “By ‘entertaining’ are you implying–” It took him a moment to catch on, and when he did, Edward could feel the fire both of anger and a thousand questions surge through him. “Show your face and I’ll consider lessening your punishment. You’ve taken one step too far.”