Raven's P.O.V.
I tightened my grip on Lucy’s small hand as we walked through the wide hallways of the school. The scent of crayons, floor polish, and warm paper filled the air, a familiar yet distant memory from my own childhood. My daughter, excited and bubbling with energy, skipped slightly beside me, swinging our joined hands back and forth.
“Daddy, do you think they’ll have chocolate milk at lunch?” she asked, looking up at me with wide, curious eyes.
“Hm?” I blinked, my mind struggling to process her words because my mind was still blurry with a fine ass and gorgeous long blonde hair.
“Oh. Yeah, probably.”
If Lucy noticed my distracted tone, she didn’t comment on it. Instead, she continued chattering about the new friends she hoped to make and the colorful classroom she had glim
