I carry my baby girl in my arms when we finish showering. Masha clings to my chest, burying her face in the overgrowth of hair. I inhale her aroma and just go crazy, realizing that I specifically got into trouble. I'm blown away by the mere sight of her beautiful blue eyes. The girl looks at me admiringly, idolizing, and this cannot but turn me on.

Baby, I still want coffee. You are welcome. - I lower Masha to the floor, and I myself go to the closet.

I rummage through the shelves, trying to find suitable clothes for Masha. Yesterday we ruined her dress, or rather, I ruined it...