Andera's pov.

His familiar scent wrapped around me like a warm hug first, before strong hands fell on my shoulders. I turned on the couch to face him, my drowsiness washing away.

“You're here Daddy.” Tiffany cheered excitedly.

“Yes, sweetheart.” He managed a smile. I could see the tension lining his muscles and the way his brows were drawn together.

“You're just in time for the best part, Daddy,” Timmy said with a big smile on his face as his eyes shifted back to the TV. I was ...