Jacob POV
Emma’s gaze rises as she looks over my shoulder and gets a big smile on her face. “Hi, Grandpa.” She says, bouncing in her seat.
Dad sets his tray down and joins us by sitting beside Emma. Before anything else is said, I link Dad. “I haven’t told her yet that I’m her Dad. Do you think that it is a good idea for her to be calling you Grandpa?”
“She asked what she could call me, and that sounded better than Mr. Blu,” Dad answers, giving me a smirk. “Besides, I couldn’t let Uncle Ralph get away with not being called Mr. Andino.”
“Really?” I say, staring hard at him.
“And don’t forget Uncle Zane,” Dad says, smiling larger. I let out a small frustrated growl. “Why, what is she calling you?”
“The nice-smelling man,” I mumbled out loud.
Dad’s full, rich laughter fills the area. “
