“Yeah, well, I didn’t have to cry like a little wussy baby either.” Brandon folded his arms.

“Yes, three tears makes you a little wussy baby.” Cassidy rolled her eyes and slipped her arms around his waist. Her head came to just beneath his chin, and holding her in that position had become a bit of a security blanket for him. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind with his dad coming back from the dead and Cassidy moving to headquarters. Most of it was good, but when episodes like this newest one with his mom, which had also evolved to involve his dad, occurred, part of him wanted...