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“You look just like your momma did at your age.”

I noddin’, agreein’ with him. I loved nothin’ more than when he’d say those words to me. My momma was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. She was breathtakingly stunnin’, and I always wished I’d find a man who’d look at me the way my daddy looked at her.

As if she was the only thing that ever mattered in his whole world.

“How are you gettin’ so big?”

“That’s what happens when you feed me, silly.”

He laughed, pullin’ me into a hug.

I gazed up at him, settin’ my chin on his chest. “Daddy, do you think I’ll ever find a boy who loves me like you love Momma?”

“Not before I put him to ground, baby.”

“Creed!” Momma shouted, steppin’ into the livin’ room. “You’re horrible. Stop teasing her.”

“Who’s teasin’?”

I laughed, shakin’ my head. Daddy said what he meant and meant what he said.

Always.

This wasn’t a shock to me by any means, knowin’ all along I’d have to find a guy who’d have to make my father fall for him as well. It’d be the only way I’d ever get to have my own lobster.

With Daddy’s approval.

Or else, he really would put him to ground.

No doubt about that.

I hugged him one last time and let him go, fully aware he couldn’t wait to hug his wife. Swiftly, he made his way over to her, drawin’ her toward him.

“You look good enough to eat, Pippin.” He leaned forward, whisperin’ in her ear.

I smirked, knowin’ he was sayin’ somethin’ really dirty. My father’s blatant affection for my mother never bothered me, but my brothers were a different story.

“Damn, Pops. Get a room,” Luke grumbled, provin’ my point. Walkin’ in with Owen behind him.

“I did. My house, ya feel me?”

“Loud and clear, still fuckin’ gross.”

“Luke!” Mom reprimanded.

“Fuck isn’t a bad word. It’s in the dictionary.”

She disagreed, “That makes no sense.”

“It does in my head.”

I scoffed out a chuckle, bringin’ his attention over to me. “You gonna let her ride out like that?”

“There is nothin’ wrong with my dress, baby brother. Dad says I look beautiful, you cock-blocker.”

“Harley Jameson!” Momma chastised.

“What? That’s what Daddy says to them. He says they’re supposed to be my cock-blockers. Why am I always gettin’ in trouble for repeatin’ the things he says? But Luke and Owen can say anythin’ they want?”

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