By the time we made it home, both of us were showing signs of extreme elation. Daddy was smiling and laughing, clearly enjoying himself. We stumbled into our apartment and I immediately made a b-line for his bathroom. I had been holding my bladder for the better part of an hour. After relieving myself, I came back out into the entertainment room and found him sitting on the couch. It seemed like he was waiting for me. Circling the couch in front of him, I sat down at the other end and pulled my legs up on the cushion.
"I had a really good time tonight," he said softly.
Smiling, I nodded at him and whispered, "Me too. The best date ever."
"Date?" he asked, eyebrows lifting. But he was smiling, so I know he liked that I called it that.
"Mmm hmm," I said.
We stared at each other for a so
