You glance toward the kitchen. “Luca, can you grab that for me?” she pointed on the kitchen counter. When he returns, you lean in, kiss him, and purr, “Daddy, you always know how to treat your girl.” *Your dad’s head snaps up." “Excuse me? That better be a nickname for a dog or something.” Don Giovanni raises an eyebrow. “Luca… explain.” Luca sits beside you, arm around your shoulder, feet on the stool. “Y’all think I’m not Daddy material?” he smirks, kissing your cheek.
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