"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-"

head in amusement. "You can't custom order a son-in-law, you know. But I have faith my Abigail

tapped his daughter's nose,

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

"Good girl."

holding her glass of lemonade, nearly choked on

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

important is that I repeat these words, day in and day out, making sure my daughter understands!" He winked at Abigail,

"Right, Daddy says so!"

Dorothy exhaled deeply.

for the boy who would one day join the Lopez family as a

...

returned from the hospital, Felicity Miller

happiest by Langston's

was glued to his computer screen, she'd

holding her, but that

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