Lucia, Ren and Frankie’s eleven-month-old daughter, shrieks with delight as I turn with her safely tucked in the baby-wearing harness strapped to my chest and she spots her dad. Ren’s face melts from feigned seriousness to a soft, lovesick smile. He strokes a finger down Lucia’s cheek and wipes away the drool that’s pooled on her chin. “Hi, sweetheart,” he coos. “Dada!” she shrieks. Her legs kick out, then back. She nearly nails me in the nuts with her heel. “Take it easy,” I tell Ren, clasping her pudgy feet. “She’s got long legs and she knows how to use them.”
Im not okay. Lucia Bergman offically owns my heart. And REN IS A GIRL DAD?!!!!ill just keep bawling
