Third Person POV:
Brayden walked through the front door with a McDonald's bag in one hand, drink and shake in the other, and mail in mouth. Setting it all down on the counter in the kitchen he felt someone squeeze his body.
"Brayden!"
He looked down seeing Rachel and he tsked lifting Landon's sweatshirt up. He s*****d her ass five times, hard.
"Owie! Why'd you do that?" She asked rubbing her tinted bottom. He lifted her chin giving her the 'daddy look'.
"Never tease daddy when he's not by you."
She frowned. "That was Landon's fault!"
Landon came up behind them and rolled his eyes. "Don't act like you didn't want me to do it." Picking up the mail he quickly went through it and stopped at a letter.
"Whatever." She mumbled and reached for the food. Brayden held it away from her.
"Bra
