Trent POV
"Good morning."
Expiring, dad gulps down from bottled water as he stands, facing the opened refrigerator, with his back to me.
"Hey, son." He said when he turned in my direction, with his brows furrowed. "You are back?"
"No, I'm just getting some water before taking off," I replied as I stopped by the sink and placed a cup beneath the faucet.
"Take clean water, please." He instructs worriedly.
Shaking my head, I laugh.
"I prefer sink water than a bottle, dad." I remind him.
"I can't believe you, but I wouldn't complain. Your mother had to spit her stubbornness twice, and now I have three hard-headed encircling me.” He laughs before pointing out. “But so you know, your mother wouldn't take faucet water."
When he closes the fridge, he leans against it and watches me ca
