246.: Dad Crush

As she sauntered off, victorious, Elena poked her head from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dish towel. “How’d it go?”

Mia nodded, filing this away. “So… not a supermodel.”

“Supermodels leave their socks on the floor, too, honey. But no. Not my type.”

But Leo couldn’t relax. When Mia asked to watch his old college wrestling videos, he felt a cold sweat. When she started wearing his old flannel shirts as dresses, he hid the rest of his wardrobe in a suitcase under the bed. 246. Dad Crush

Leo sighed. “Go to your room.”

Leo froze, carving knife hovering mid-air. His wife, Elena, snorted into her wine glass. “Mia, honey, that’s… a weird thing to say.”

“It’s not adorable! It’s the plot of a Greek tragedy! Or a very specific episode of a crime documentary.” As she sauntered off, victorious, Elena poked her

“What? It’s a compliment!”

Elena kissed the top of his head. “Too late, honey. You’re already a dad. You never stood a chance.”

“Yeah. You know. In a woman. What do you look for?” But no

Then she looked up. “Also, for the record, you have really nice forearms.”

She leaned her head on his shoulder, and for a moment, the weird tension vanished. It was just a dad and his daughter on a rainy day.