Jessica
If I were to decide who will be the people to visit me based on how close they are to me, my father is next to my mother--who is unfortunately the lst in my list. That's why imagine the shock I am feeling to see him standing by the door, looking as nonchalant as ever but with a cute stuff toy peeking out of his bag.
"Love?" when Alex called me, I looked at him and flashed a small, soft smile to ease the worry on his face. "It'll be okay, hon. I will just talk with him." I said, then I turned to look at my father who's frowning at us, but soon eased his expression and returned his usually blank expression.
Sighing, my husband ruffled his hair before turning to look at him. "I don't trust you at all, sir." he said, and the way he spoke to him sounded more like a warning, not a sta
