Until Nico

“Love you too, baby, but you need to get a handle on your daughters.” I feel her cheek move against my chest and know she’s smiling. “I’m serious,” I tell her.

“I know you are, honey.” She doesn’t say anything else, and I know I’m fucked and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.

“Me, Grandpa James, your daddy, or any of your uncles will give you whatever chocolate you want, angel.”

“How’s Grandpa’s angel?” my dad asks Nalia, who’s holding his face in her small little hands.

“So happy! I have a new boyfriend at school.” She laughs, smiling at her grandpa, who, up until that moment, was smiling at her.