Mia's POV

After Ethan left, my mother put the rest of us to work, cleaning up the kitchen. My father walked over to me as I washed up a few dishes in the sink and put his arm around me. He kissed the top of my head and squeezed me tight.

“I’m so proud of you. It seems like all my baby’s dreams are coming true.”

“Thanks, daddy.” I said, smiling.

“I love you, kiddo.” He said, before letting me go.

“I love you too.” I ...