“I know you know how to do this,” I say to her. “Dad—“ she starts, and abruptly cuts herself off. The flush deepens on her cheeks. “Jean-Luc,” she corrects herself in a hushed tone. “You can call me Dad, sweetheart.” I run fingers through her hair until my hand is cupped around the back of her head. “That’s what I am, and I like being your daddy, Dani.”
