My father rolled his eyes. "You can be such a spoilsport. You got featured in an internationally acclaimed magazine! Be thankful for this one, keep working at it and someone will notice the others soon enough, eh?" he chided me with a smile.
I sigh and nod, feeling bad that I'd almost spoilt our fun meeting. "How's mom?"
My dad leaned back with a satisfied smile while lifting his cup of coffee to his lips, brows raised as he sipped. "I left her sleeping at home," he grinned at me with a twinkle in his eyes.
It took a while for his meaning to sink in and when it did, I frowned while struggling with a smile. "Eww, dad, TMI!"
"I didn't say anything," he chuckled at my mock disgust, happy with himself. This half news and my reactions have become kind of a tradition since when I'd caught my dad seducing my mom in our sitting room as a teen.
