You and Leon were setting up the table in the backyard for dinner. He couldn't help but leave a kiss on your cheek with every plate he brought, his excuse being "You're just too kissable, my love."

Riley was playing with the basketball on the court, enjoying her weekend break.

"Mom," Devine appeared at the kitchen door leading to the backyard. "Can we talk for a bit?"

Leon furrowed his brows curiously at his daughter's words. Why you and not him? He was a father too, wasn’t he? She could talk to him about anything. Maybe he was too strict, and Devine hesitated to open up to him. Stop overthinking, Leon. he scolded himself.

"We can talk after dinner, sweetheart," he said before you could respond.

Devine shook her head. "No, Dad, I need to talk to Mom alone."

Leon felt a sting of sadness but didn’t show it. He simply nodded and watched as the two of you walked away.

"I mean, I’m a pretty good dad," he mumbled to himself.

As his daughter grew up, he couldn’t shake the feeling that she was drifting away from him.