*Kelvin's POV*
We were having lunch at our usual café, the one we'd discovered a few blocks from the office. Helen sat across from me, picking at her salad while I worked through a sandwich, and I knew this was the right moment.
"Helen," I said, setting down my sandwich. "There's something I want to talk to you about."
She looked up, concern flickering across her face. "That sounds serious."
"It's not bad. I promise." I reached across the table, taking her hand. "I want you to meet my father."
Helen's eyes widened. "Your father?"
"Yeah. We've been together for over a month now, and you're important to me. I want him to meet you." I squeezed her hand. "I've told him about you. Not everything, but enough that he knows you're special."
"You've told him about me?" Helen's voice was smal
