"Say that again," I ask, still processing what she just said.
But she simply makes a playful pout.
"No… tomorrow. I have to go in."
I chuckle softly and, before she can escape, I keep her hand between mine.
"Remember… the pill," I murmur with a playful smile. "Or a cute Dylan might be on the way."
Michelle narrows her eyes, feigning annoyance, but nods before letting go and disappearing behind the door.
I walk to the elevator with a smile I can't wipe off, feeling, without a doubt, the luckiest man in the world.
Michelle
When I go back inside the house, I notice that the tension between my mother and my daughter still lingers. I don't want the discomfort to drag on, so I try to ease the atmosphere.
"So? How was the party?"
My daughter perks up and starts telling me all about what
