I glanced down again, taking in the soft, faint fuzz she'd been so worried about, and couldn't help but smile a little. "Bella, this really isn't a big deal. If it bothers you that much, you could've just used some wax and stripped it all off." I said casually, raising an eyebrow.
Her reaction was immediate—her eyes widened in horror, and she shook her head frantically, her loose hair swishing as she did. "No way! That would hurt so much!" She exclaimed, her voice carrying a mixture of disbelief and dread. "I'm not putting hot wax down there, Daddy...Are you crazy?"
I chuckled at her dramatic response, the corners of my lips quirking up into an amused grin. "You know, shaving and cutting yourself sounds a lot worse." I said pointedly, my tone playful but laced with genuine concern. "At least with waxing, it's one quick pull, and you're done. No risk of nicks or anything like that."
