My dads are so cute together. They love my brother and they love me, and I know they love each other. It’s in everything they say and do, not to mention the looks, the touches, the hugs…and the kisses. None of my friends’ parents kiss half as much as mine do. Alex is at the age where he thinks it’s gross, and I know, I get it—I used to think that way, too. But I’m only three months away from being a teenager, and even though Daddy says I have to wait forever until I can even think about going on a date, I’m already in love with the whole idea of, well, being in love. Like Papa and Daddy obviously are. I know I won’t find that right away, at least not at first, but a girl can dream, can’t she?
In the hallway, Alex stops right where the light from the living room fades into shadow and press
