Ron leaned forward, grinning at her and took her in his arms. She lifted her arms, twisting at the waist, and wrapped them around his neck. "I'm sorry Dad. I should have told you."

"No baby, you're entitled to your privacy, and to make your own decisions." He held her close, rocking back and forth, which was doing nice things down where Amie and I were connected. "You don't have to tell me anything. You're a big girl. But just remember. You CAN tell me anything."

"I know, Daddy." She suddenly looked down and smiled. "Daddy! Are you getting hard from hugging your baby girl?"

"Jesus, Amie. I've had to...