Page 5 of Dating the DILF
“Seriously?” Gray’s brows rise. “Didn’t they just finish a second series? How do they have time for reunion shows.”
“I know, and there’s another series starting next month too. Apparently the DILF is the gift that just keeps giving,” I deadpan.
“Dating the DILF.” He snickers. “Stupidest fucking name ever.”
“Stupidest fuckingideaever.”
We tap our bottles and cheers to that.
“I’m home.” I throw my keys in the dish by the door, flinching as they hit the ceramic bowl and bring my fingers to my temple to massage gently. It’s been a long day and my catch-up with Grayson wasn’t nearly as relaxing as I had hoped it would be. All I want to do now is sit down in front of the television and relax.
The tiny footsteps that are flying toward me down the hall and the overexcited shrieking that accompanies them, are telling me that’s not going to happen anytime soon.
“Daddyyyy!” A tiny blonde tornado throws herself into my arms and I thank whatever deity is watching over us that I have the foresight to brace myself for her onslaught.
“Hey, kiddo.” I bend down and lift her up, inhaling her strawberry scent as she nuzzles into my neck. The stress of today falls away when her little arms tighten around my neck.
“Lulu, get your butt back here and finish your dinner,” a gruff voice calls from down the hall.
A small growl vibrates against my neck and I try to contain a laugh. My daughter is not a fan of being told what to do.
“C’mon, what did Gramps make you tonight?”
“Nuggets.” Her voice is barely a whisper and it seems that my enthusiastic welcome stole the last of her energy. I walk up the hall to our open-plan kitchen living area and her head rests on my shoulder, one hand gently rubbing her eye and the other wrapped around the back of my neck, twirling a lock of my hair around her finger. It’s a quirk she’s had since she was a baby and I think at this point I find it just as comforting as she does.
“Hey, Dad.” I move through the galley-style kitchen and move straight to the dining table, gently placing Tallulah on her booster seat, not bothering with the straps.
She pushes her dinner plate away, a scowl marring her innocent face. “No. I’m done.”
“Tallulah Renee, you’ve barely touched it. I want one more nugget, a spoonful of potatoes and a piece of broccoli eaten before you can be excused.”
I duck my head to hide a grin and make my way to the refrigerator to grab a water. The only person I know who is more stubborn than my daughter is my father and seeing them clash is funny as fuck.
“Goddamn it, Gramps!”
Until it isn’t.
Turning, I glare at my dad who is rubbing a hand over his jaw, his brow furrowed, before I shift toward Tallulah.
“That little outburst has cost you your television time tonight. Now eat your dinner.” I narrow my eyes at her, and my strict father act must do the trick because she starts shoveling food in her mouth without arguing.
“Jesus Christ, Dad,” I hiss when I’m far enough away that Tallulah won’t hear me. “You’ve got to be more careful around her. I swear to God, I heard her say fuck the other day. Then she just stared at me with this angelic look on her face. You’re turning my daughter into a deviant.”
Dad folds his arms across his chest and looks me hard in the eye. “You’re never going to stop her from hearing the words, Miles. It’s up to you to teach her not to repeat them.”
I huff out a laugh. “That’s easier said than done, Old Man.”
He pierces me with a glare, and I decide not to push my luck and change the subject.
“She looks exhausted, what did you guys get up to today?” I round the island bench and take a seat, keeping Tallulah within my sights.
“That kid from number seven came over for a playdate.” He groans painfully. “Talk about a deviant,thatkid has a court date in his future, mark my words. Here.” My stomach growls loudly at the sight of the plate of food he slides in front of me. “You look tired too. Bad day?”
I chew my food, happy to have some time to consider my answer, knowing that Dad will have little to no sympathy for my situation.
“Harvey got a hold of my new number and was calling all day.” My throat tightens remembering his smarmy voice and the new promises he was throwing around.
“You were a damn idiot getting involved in all of those shenanigans in the first place. I warned you.” He shakes his head, disappointment pulsing off him. “Thomas and I both warned you.”
