As she sauntered off, victorious, Elena poked her head from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dish towel. “How’d it go?”
“What? It’s a compliment!”
Mia just shrugged, her cheeks pink. “It’s true. He’s precise.” 246. Dad Crush
The crisis point arrived on a rainy Saturday. Leo was on the couch, reading a book about lawn care. Mia sat down next to him, far closer than necessary.
“You’re so good with your hands, Dad,” she said one evening, watching him carve the Thanksgiving turkey. As she sauntered off, victorious, Elena poked her
Leo closed his book. “My… type?”
He took a slow, measured breath. He thought about his wife, about the comfortable silences and shared grocery lists. Then he looked at his daughter, her earnest, searching face. The crush wasn’t about romance. It was a question. She was trying to assemble a map of the future, and she was using him as the compass. “It’s true
“Room. Now.”