"I have no clue about that stuff. All I know is that when Jeffrey walks his daughter down the aisle, he'll be bawling his eyes out." Dorothy chuckled, rubbing her cheek against Abigail's, "What about you, Everett? You gonna cry when you give your daughter away?"

"Hmm?" She looked up at him, waiting for a response.

Everett put down his glass of sour cherry lemonade, taking his daughter from Dorothy's arms.

"I'm not giving a daughter away; I'm gaining a son-in-law."

Dorothy couldn't help but smile wryly, "You sound just like Jeffrey, you know?"

"I'll still let my daughter get married, though."

But Jeffrey, he was adamant about not allowing it!

"You two, truly birds of a feather. Doting dads, through and through!" Dorothy sighed, "I wonder what kind of guys your daughters will bring home."

"They'll be top-notch, responsible, and most importantly-"

"You can't custom order

nose, looking

mom and I will always be your safe haven, your support. If anyone, be it a classmate, a friend, future boyfriends, or even a partner, ever upsets you, you come straight to us. As long as I'm breathing, I won't let anyone hurt you." Abigail, not

"Good girl."

of lemonade, nearly choked

are you getting sentimental in your old age? Where's that cool, aloof

in and day out, making sure my daughter

"Right, Daddy says so!"

Dorothy exhaled deeply.

but for the boy who would one day

...

from the hospital, Felicity Miller was already asleep next

was always happiest

his computer screen, she'd sit quietly

was the one holding her, but

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