"Daddy! Daddy!" Hearing the frantic voice, Kurt hurried to reach his daughter's room.

"What is it honey?" Kurt asked breathlessly, once he reached the room.

"Daddy, you forgot to tell me a bed time story!" The little girl told the man seriously.

"Oh, honey. I'm sorry, but it seems like I already read you all of your stories. Twice!" Kurt said as he searched for a book on the shelf.

"Then tell the the story again." She answered sleepily.

"Which story, honey?"

"Tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe."

"But you are never awake by the time I finished the beginning!" Kurt argued.

"Then continue it tomorrow, until you finish it. Please?" She said, giving him the puppy eyes.

Darn you, puppy eyes. Kurt thought. "You are definitely your father's child."

"Yay!" The little girl cheered.