Grace’s POV
“Did we come at a bad time, dear?” his mother asked, still smiling widely and knowing the way only a mother could.
“Erm, no!” I gulped. “It’s--- ah, I-I was just---!”
What am I saying?!
I had no clue what to do! Did I invite them in like I owned the place? Did I just scurry around them and pretend they weren’t there? Did I talk to them? Did I pretend they didn’t know what had just happened between me and Prez, or did I just confess to the obvious and rip off the band-aid?
Somebody, save me!
“Why do you smell like Daddy?” the little girl asked with the most adorable little frown on her face. Her nose wrinkled as she narrowed her eyes suspiciously at me.
Smell like Daddy?!
What was she? Part bloodhound?!
Then I remembered that Prez and I had showered together, and I’d bo
