They were having their dinner —a warm, peaceful one.
However, Dylan couldn't stop himself from noticing his daughter. He knew she was sensible and caring, but all those good traits of hers were mostly reserved for her mother.
Even as her father, he had never received even a fraction of the privileges Adelyn had received in just a few days, despite being her father for all four years.
However, today still seemed different.
Little Eira was being attentive not just to her mother, but also to him.
His knife and fork paused in the air when he saw her ladling another portion of clam chowder into his bowl.
"Dada, have more. You have to stay strong and healthy for Eira."
Dylan paused and glanced at her before turning to look at Adelyn.
Adelyn was having her soup when she felt his gaze and looked up at him. His gaze on her was firm. But since she hadn't been paying attention to what he had been noticing, she had no clue what had caught his attention.
However, just then—
