T he morning sun streamed through the kitchen window, casting golden light across the little house Liam and I now called ours. The air smelled like fresh coffee and bacon.
I couldn’t stop smiling as I stretched in our bed, my body naked and sore from the rough f*****g last night.
My mother and father had divorced, not because of her finding out about our relationship but because she was done with us and wanted to start a whole new life.
And once their divorce had been finalized, we’d moved states away and started over. Not as father and daughter but as partners... as so much more.
I got out of bed, threw on one of Daddy’s button-down shirts, and made my way to the kitchen. I smiled again when I saw Daddy Liam standing at the stove shirtless, his gray sweatpants slung low on his hips.
