"Dad," I say as I turn around toward him. He stops and faces us with hopeful eyes. "Maybe we can get together next week... for lunch or dinner."
My dad's lips peel back, and his smile is enough to outshine the New York skyline. "That would be great. Maybe the two of you could come over?"
"Three of us actually," I correct him. "We'll have Tim's son, Sam, with us."
"Even better," he says with a smile. "Your mother will be thrilled to have a little one in the house."
"Alright," I tell him with a smile. "I'll call you to arrange it."
Tim and I watch my dad nod his head toward us in gratitude before heading back inside the hotel. Taking my hips, Tim turns me toward him and pulls me in closer. "Wow," is all he says.
"Wow is right." I laugh. "Didn't see that one coming."
"He was sincere," Tim says confidently.
"I think you might be right," I agree, not minding that Tim knows I saw that in my father, even if I wasn't able to actually admit it out loud to said father.
"Want to go back in?"
"Nah... let's go back to your place."
"Our place," he corrects me.
"Our place," I agree. "Until we can find a house."
"With a fence."
"And a dog."
We both start laughing as we step out toward the curb hand in hand so we can hail a cab.