You had your arms around Caitlyn from behind, hands fumbling with her fly. She waited for her dad to pick up the phone. “Oh hello Caitlyn, how are-“ “Father. Could you perhaps come and take Catherine and Vincent to the park, or on a walk?”

You pressed a soft kiss against her neck. She sighed nervously, going a little red. “Right now, father!” “Yes, yes, on my way!”

Caitlyn sighed. “He’s coming.” You fiddled with her pants after you worked out her belt. A content sigh escaped your lips before you yelled out “Kids! Put your shoes on and wait on the front porch, your grandfather’s coming!”

You then hugged her around the waist. “Finally some alone time.”