Later that night...

"Hola Papa." I said to my father as I got into the guest room we had prepared for him to stay the night. It was on the same floor as Damien and I and pretty close to his study.

"Hola Miel." He said back, with a grin. He was seated on his bed and most probably about to tuck in for the night but I had to see him before the next morning when we would go our separate ways again.

"Are you comfortable?" I asked as I sat on the bed and brought one of the several pillows to my thighs.

"Of course. Everything's perfect." He...