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He watches her as she fumbles around the bathroom wearing only his t-shirt and her panties. She lets out a slight gasp, surprised that he is there, but continues to brush her hair and gives no other response other than a side eye and a smirk. “That it is your shirt Daddy.” “Yes. And what have I told you about wearing it baby girl?” She wears the shirt because it comforts her, it reminds her of him, she envelopes herself in it when she needs his presence. He has never minded her wearing his shirt for he has always found a way to get it off of her.