Page 3 of Wicked Love

I roll my eyes and she sees it in the rearview mirror. Her loud laugh fills the car.

“Neither one of them arethatpretty,” I grumble.

“You call Penn pretty boy, Dad!” she argues.

“Oh yeah, that’s right.”

She leans back in her seat, satisfied.

Besides me, Penn is the only other single one at this point.

He sees a lot more action than I do though.

I’ll be living and dying on the single dad hill.

“You’re pretty too, Dad,” she adds.

“Thanks, Tater Tot.”

She giggles. She loves it when I call her that.

From the backseat, I hear, “I love you, Dad.”

“I love you too, Tater Tot.”

Damn near melts my heart every time, and she says Dad a lot, so basically, I’m mush whenever my daughter’s around. Have been since day one.

She’s the only one capable of eliciting that in me. She proves Iamhuman after all, I guess.

“I call you Daddy too,” she says.

“Yes, my literal girl, and I love when you call me Daddy just as much.”

When we pull into Weston’s driveway, Becca claps when she sees Henley and Penn’s cars.

“Our friends are here,” she says happily. “Look, Daddy!”

I smile over at her. “Yep. And you, Cassidy, Audrey, and Gracie are going to be the prettiest flower girls who ever lived.”

“We are pretty a lot,” she says. “Levi and Caleb too.”

I know she’s thinking about Rhodes’ and Elle’s wedding now.

“You werebeautiful, but you always are. I wasn’t in any weddings as a kid. Do you like being in all these weddings?” I ask.

“I like it lots.” Her lisp is extra pronounced when she’s excited and she’s practically bouncing in her seat. “Sadie says we blow bubbles, but we wait until they sayI do.” She holds out her hands and bounces them withI do.

“That’ll be fun.”

We get out and walk to the door. I let Becca ring the doorbell.

Henley opens the door, holding Caleb. Caleb loves all of us, but “Unca Hen” is his favorite.

“Unca Bowie!” Caleb says happily.

I hold my fist up and he bumps it with his.

“Hey, you two, how’s it going?” Henley asks.

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