Monke and Reinforcements

"Papa… Can I come?" I stared at Domino, who was looking up at me with puppy eyes. I tried to refuse, but her eyes had already taken a toll on my soul a few minutes ago.

Both I and Domino have been arguing back and forth about why she couldn't come. I said it was dangerous on the first floor for her. She said she wanted to meet her, as she calls it, step-mother.

I refused vehemently the first few times she asked, but her puppy-eyes were too much to handle.

"… Fine, but stick with me, alright?" I caved in, and accepted that she would come with me. She gave herself a cute fist pump, and I chuckled wryly at that display. 'Not that she might even see her, but chances are high she will find an excuse to come herself to help me with my problem.'