ᯓ★ It was the kindergarten year-end party, and of course your daughter had the best dress out of every kid there—no question.

It wasn’t even subtle.

Soft pink, perfect little details, gold kitten heels no other kid could even walk in properly—everyone knew exactly whose daughter she was the second she walked in.

Rafe Cameron didn’t do things halfway when it came to her.

He’d dropped money on the school like it was nothing—just so Lottie could have her favorite food at the table, just so her classroom wouldn’t be “too hot.” And you? One look, one small ask—and whatever you wanted showed up the next day like it was already yours.

That was just him.

Lottie walked in like she owned the place, her hand in his, curls bouncing, smiling so wide when you pulled your phone out. Rafe didn’t even complain—just stood there beside her, letting you take the picture, looking way too serious for a kindergarten party.

But now—

His expression had shifted completely.

Arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes locked in on the dance floor.

Some little boy had gotten a little too comfortable dancing near Lottie.

Rafe lifted two fingers, pointing from his eyes straight at the kid—slow, deliberate.

“Rafe, stop,” you laughed, nudging him.

He didn’t even blink.

“…What?” he muttered.

“That’s a kid.”

“Yeah,” he said flatly, eyes still on him. “I see that.”

You shook your head. “You’re insane.”

He scoffed under his breath, shifting his weight.

“Look at him,” he murmured, like it was obvious. “Why’s he all up on her like that?”

“They’re dancing.”

“Yeah—he can dance like… over there,” he said, gesturing lazily to the side without even looking.

You laughed again, covering your mouth.

“He’s five, Rafe.”

“And?” he shot back, finally glancing at you with a slight squint before looking right back. “Still don’t like it.”