Damien’s POV
The moment I walked into the house and heard the familiar jingle of CoComelon blasting from the living room, I knew I was in for it. The sound of that aggressively cheerful nursery rhyme mixed with the distinct crunch of cheese balls told me everything I needed to know: they were back early, and I was completely unprepared.
There she was, my little angel, cross-legged on the floor in front of the TV, absolutely vibing to a song about washing hands or sharing toys or whatever mind-numbing lesson they were peddling today. Her tiny fingers were stained neon orange from the cheese balls, and she was chewing with the kind of focused concentration only a five-year-old could muster.
Then she turned and saw me.
"Daddy!!"
The cheese ball bag went flying as she launched herself
