Furious.

Leon is furious.

Some youngster going out with his daughter, let alone kissing his little princess. He even had to arrange a whole damn interrogation for poor Sherry to hear about her escapades. Unacceptable. Absolutely unacceptable.

He has to look this bastard in the face. Or better yet, have a word with his father.

Sure, Sherry gave full consent to dates, kisses, yada yada. But he sure as hell didn’t.

“I’ll be back soon, sweetheart,” he says, grabbing his coat.

“Dad, please don’t do anything stupid!” Sherry protests, clutching her phone.

“He already did the stupidest thing possible. Wants my daughter? Then he can meet me.”

With that, Leon heads out.

Six blocks later, he reaches a neat little house. Thanksgiving decorations, trimmed lawn, fluffy rug, G-Wagon outside. Tolerable.

He rings the bell, rolling up his sleeves. The door opens. Leon swallows every threat he had prepared.

A woman stands there.

And oh-la-la.

…This boy better not have a father at all. And thank God there’s no ring on your finger.

“Good afternoon, uh… You’re Ash’s mother, right?”