<strong>BRADYN</strong><br/><br/>(http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q61/mrgerty/Characters/Julian-McMahon-nt13-1.jpg)<br/><br/>Bradyn was still lying in bed, the night spent with his wife and lovely daughter, Rachel, had taken its toll on Bradyn and he was unusually slow to wake up this morning despite the day's special occasion and the events his wife had planned for their family.<br/><br/>Laying on his stomach, Bradyn slowly stirred, shifting his right leg and letting it slip off the side of the bed. The gentle sounds of the distant breakers softly filled the bedroom through its open storm doors and the subtle, relaxing scent of of the Pacific ocean mingled pleasantly with the citronella scent from the air conditioning.<em>'Could the day have a more perfect start?'</em>he wondered happily.<br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=70378.msg3103595#msg3103595">Quote from: KunoichiRogue5 on 02-06-2010, 12:47:14</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Alright that's it. I'm gonna go wake daddy. His breakfast will get cold."</strong> she said before she left the room, heading back toward her parent's room. <strong>"Daddy?"</strong><br/><br/><br/>She peeked into the room, smiling gently. She had mischief in her heart and on her mind. And she was more than capable of carrying it out if her daddy was up to having his sweet little girl. Hell she'd have him wrapped around her finger if it weren't for her mother. But she loved them both none the less.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Hearing his daughter call to him, a hungry smile lazily creased the corners of his mouth as he quietly answered his own rhetorical question,<strong>"Why, yes Bradyn, the day could <em>indeed</em> have a more perfect start ."</strong>He slowly rolled onto his back as he stretched his tired limbs, his languid penis swinging freely against his thigh as he reached an arm across the bed to where Carmen and Rachel had lay. His eyes were still closed and his smile grew wider at the thought of Sarah coming to greet him good morning. Lifting his head, he opened his eyes and squinted as he tried to focus on the clock, his vision still blurred by sleep. He could hear when Sarah entered the room and he let his head fall back against the pillow again.<strong>"What time is it? Where is your mother?"</strong>