You could see him smoking on the balcony

from the glass windows,

looking out onto the city with the wind

blowing through his hair.

"Daddy?"

You pushed open the door slightly.

"Can I come out with you"

"If ya want"

He told you lowly.

"Close the door baby.

Why don't cha sit over there huh?

I don't want ya breathing in the smoke"

Sitting down on the outdoor furniture,

you did what he told you to,

looking down at the stuffie in your hand,

oblivious to the world,

the sound of heavy traffic from below.

"What did ya do today hm?"

He made light conversation with you

because he knew you liked it.

"I went to the beach and built sandcastles"

You answered him.

"I wish you could do things

like that daddy"

"Maybe if daddy retires"

He suggested jokingly but

you both knew that he never would.

Too caught up in the chaos,

Jack Napier was never going to stop.

Stubbing out the cigarette,

he sat down next to you,

pulling you onto his lap,

kissing your face as you giggled,

a grin forming on his mouth.

"It's cold out here daddy"

"What do ya think about fucking out here huh?"

He raised an eyebrow,

chuckling at your reaction when you buried

your head into his chest shyly,

mumbling for him to stop.

"Oh alright little girl"

He rolled his eyes playfully,

taking you inside.

"No fucking on the balcony"