Josh can see himself in you.

Sure, Josh expected it. He knew that if he had a daughter she’d most likely share some traits with him. And you do. But you also share some of Josh’s bad traits. Especially his anxiety.

It’s been pretty hard raising a girl on his own.

“Hey, sorry I know you’re probably busy. But I grabbed you an iced coffee on the way home. Thought you’d appreciate it.” Josh says, placing the cup on your bedside table while simultaneously trying not to seem too invasive.