Davion grew more and more attached to Celestine and every day called her by different, innovative names. From where he invented a different name each day, only he knew. Strangely, baby Celestine somehow knew that her dad was calling her and responded in her own way.
"Ceecee? Where are you? Look what I've got for you?" said Davion, walking into the nursery after work. He looked happier than he ever was. His eyes twinkled more as they rested upon Sofia, who was breastfeeding Celestine. As he went closer with his eyes blazing with hunger, Celestine caught his nose, squishing it with her baby fingers. Sofia giggled with amusement. Davion glanced up at her, his eyes trailing down the exposed creamy skin of her neck and breasts.
"Laughing, my love? Wait till I do the same to you," he said in a
