WESTON

“Daddy?”

I crack my eyes open, the sound of Daisy’s little footsteps coming down the hallway toward my bedroom.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” Daphne scrambles awake, trying to slide off the bed before Daisy enters but I grab her arms.

“Hey, hey, where do you think you’re going?”

“I don’t think that telling her we’re seeing each other by having her walk in with me in your bed is a great idea.” She tries to wriggle away again but I stop her.

“Seeing each other?” I reach for my shirt and hand it to her so she feels more comfortable. “We aren’t seeing each other, Daphne. We’re together as in...