"Yeah!"

Tate chuckled as he held Delilah in one of his arms.

"Click it just like that!"

When you looked over, you noticed him attempting to teach your daughter how to use a lighter.

You, an old fling of Tate's, ended up with a daughter after he left.

When he found out a few years later, he came back to be involved in his daughter's life instead of being a deadbeat.

Delilah was giggling while she held the still lit lighter.

"Good Job, Dolly."

He ruffled her hair slightly.