I parked my car in front of the small building that housed private ballet lessons. Ever since my wife died, I’ve been the sole provider for my daughter. It was tough and I barely had any time for myself anymore. I just couldn’t afford to have my little girl feel alone.

Whatever. I needed to spend less time at clubs anyway.

I stepped out of the car and shut the door, locking it. I noticed stares from some snobby parents. I guess they didn’t like my tattoos.

Fuck you.

As I walked inside the building, I saw several little girls practicing to stand on their little toes. Each wore tights and leotards to fit their small bodies. I noticed a tall, slim woman instructing them and swallowed.

Damn. She moved so smoothly. I could only imagine her moving like that against me.

I cleared my throat and my little girl immediately turned to look at me. She smiled, some of her teeth missing, and ran to me.

“Hey, kid. Daddy’s here.”