Miranda's POV
"Hey Sunshine."
I exhaled, slumped my shoulders and moved into my father's arms. He kissed the top of my head, his arms tightened around me like a warm fortress after an endless day of wading in the snow.
"Daddy.." I exhaled again, moving my head to meet his eyes. "I've missed you." His eyes scanned my face, lingering on my cheek bones.
"Me too Petal. Me too."
"Darling! A little help here?" My mum called from the kitchen, followed by rattling of plates. I managed a little smile when my dad's eyes met mine again, finally walking into the house.
"I guess duty is calling..." I shrugged, putting away my coat and bag.
We both walked to the kitchen to find my mum in a pink apron and a chef's cap.
"Can you both come give me a hand other than standing around chatting?"
