Dave's POV
All my life, I'd never been a harsh parent. Or at least, I'd never seen myself as one.
I wasn't a mind reader, but I could bet my life that growing up, Valentina never saw me in that light.
Where I was lenient, my wife was more rigid, and if that didn't complement each other, then I had no idea what did. Memories of Valentina sneaking up to get my consent when her mother had clearly refused flickered in my mind, and that was more than enough to put a smile on my lips. That smile however, didn't last too long. In less than a minute, it was gone, just as it had appeared earlier. The ironic part of it all was the fact that the same person who had just put a smile on my face, was also responsible for wiping it off too.
Valentina.
She was my pride and joy no doubt. She had
