I blinked my eyes, turned to face him and smiled.
“There’s my baby girl,” he said, smiling.
And he shuffled in front of me. With his pants around his ankles, on the roof of the house - the house that we owned - he kissed me deeply.
“I love you baby girl. I love you with all that I have, know that,” he said softly as he held my face in his hands and looked into my eyes.
“I do,” I said.
Every girl wants to say that to a man.
I do.