"Is Little Miss Jessie ready?" He asked, wiping his wet hands on a kitchen towel.
"Daddy?" she asked, her voice was laced with confusion.
Lucille craned her neck trying to catch her father's face, but Noah gently pressed her back to keep her on his shoulder, and gave Luke a meaningful look, cocking his head to the direction of the balcony.
He wanted to talk to Jess, however, he can't do that without arousing the curiosity of his daughter to ask why he made Little Miss Jessie cry.
Thus, he gave Luke an apologetic look, and mouthed "Jess needs you." And those three simple words tore his heart apart. Jess needs Luke, not him. He has a feeling that even if he tried to comfort her now, she would simply push him away.
"Daddy, please put me down," she asked, trying to wiggle out of her father's arms.
