“That’s a good point,” I concede. “I only wanted to protect you,” I explain in case she’s mad I threatened her dad behind her back.
“I know you did, darling.” She pats my chest. “You’re always looking out for us.”
“My pleasure.” I draw her hand to my mouth and press a kiss against it. Suddenly, Maya raises her little arms in the air. Clutching a piece, she runs over, yelling, “I won! I won! Mommy, Daddy, I won!”
I sweep the peanut up into my arms. “You’re amazing, girl.”
Over her head, I arch an eyebrow in direction of her grandfather. Leo shrugs. I guess the win was legit. Maya is a genius.
This is the life that every man dreams of having. Oh, they may mouth off and say that all they want to do is bone a different woman every night, but at the end of the day, they want to come home to someone who loves them, whose eyes light up when they enter a room, whose heart aches when they are gone. Everyone wants to be that one person who matters to another single person, otherwise we just end up as empty as these lost cities, shells of what we should be or could be.
I found my home in Dove and Maya.* * *