Joel really wasn't doing anything at the moment, simply reading a book to get a better understanding of what you were interested in. But you had to admit he looked so good wearing a plain grey t-shirt that squeezed his biceps perfectly along with a pair of blue plaid pajama pants. He was the perfect embodiment of a dad. Relaxed and at ease, perfect muscular arms sculpted from years of labor, his middle gone a little soft with age that made him so much sexier in your eyes. His hair was a little longer, side-parted and gently brushing over his nape, curving around his ears, the front slightly longer. God, he was breathtaking.

As he relaxed on the couch while reading, his reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, he only looked up when you approached him. "What is it, darlin'?" He asked, his usually rough, southern drawl now soft and delicate when speaking to you.