Page 2 of Breakout
Daddy whistles as he steps into the room, making us both look his way.He stands at the edge of the doorframe with his hand over his heart.
“Damn, how in the hell did I get so lucky to land a smoke show like you?”
“John, language!” Mommy scolds.
Daddy laughs. “Please, you like my dirty mouth.”
“Your daughter is right there,” she says as he pulls her in for a kiss.
“She is, and I can’t wait to embarrass her when she’s older and understands,” he says before kissing her again.
“Ew, can you two stop?” I gag.
Why are parents so lovey-dovey?
Daddy lets go of Mommy and walks over to me. He picks me up, and I wrap my arms around his neck, and he swings me around, making me laugh.
“Daddy!”
“Yes, Peyton?”
“Stop.” I laugh.
“Are you sure?”
“If she gets sick, and we have to stay home, I won’t be happy,” Mommy tells him.
Daddy stops spinning.
“Fine.” He sighs. “Doesn’t Mommy look beautiful tonight, Peyton?”
I lay my head on his shoulder. “I hope to be as pretty as she is when I grow up.”
Daddy rubs my back. “I don’t think you have anything to worry about, sweetheart. You and Mommy are the prettiest women in the world.”
After slipping on her heels, Mommy walks over and joins our little hug.
“I’m a lucky bastard,” Daddy says before kissing both Mommy’s and my head.
“You won’t hear me disagree,” Mommy says with a smile on her face.
The doorbell rings, and Mommy steps back. “There’s Marcy.”
We go out to the living room, and Mommy lets Marcy in. Daddy gives me a kiss goodbye before grabbing his keys and wallet.
“We will be home late, but we will see you in the morning, okay?” Mommy says as she bends down in front of me.
“Okay.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“I love you most,” Daddy says, making me smile.
“I love you mostest,” I tell him.
After kissing my cheek, Mommy stands and walks over to Daddy. I watch as he grabs her hand before they walk out the door.
