“Now, tell me, princess, and be honest.” He looks at me earnestly, and I nod. “Are those scared tears or those other types of tears like when I gave you the easel?” I can’t help but bark out a laugh at his preciousness. The smile that spreads on my face feels warm and right. “They’re the sunflower type of tears.” He sighs and folds forward, resting his forehead on my stomach like he’s never been more relieved in his life. “Thank fuck.”
This was so cute
