“He likes you… you know…” She mumbled and sunk into her covers.
He sighed and shook his head, “You’re wrong, Ellie belly. It’s not like that.”
She turned her little head and furrowed her brows toward him, “I just want you two to be happy… You make each other happy… I know I see it Dad…”
“Ellie,” Wade was stern and sighed when she opened her eyes. Those beautiful, beautiful brown eyes of hers, “I am happy. You make me happy. Peter is just my best friend.”
Ellie looked away as if to think and within a moment, asked, “Then is it normal? The cuddles and the way you look at each other?”
Something in Wade tore and he felt a soft pressure begin at his throat. Must be the cancer acting up. That’s all.