“Hands off my daughter,” Rob grumbled as he entered the kitchen and found Ava wrapped in the arms of her boyfriend. Quickly ducking, his 17-year-old daughter buried her face against her boyfriend’s chest and groaned.
“Jesus, Dad,” she cried as her boyfriend laughed and held her tighter.
“Don’t let your mother see you doing this,” Rob waved his hand in their direction, “instead of unloading the dishwasher. She’ll send him home!”
“She was just here and she was fine,” Ava laughed and peeked out from her hiding spot just in time to catch her dad winking at her.
“Which way did she go?” Rob asked as he pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge and stepped towards the canoodling couple to gently grab the back of Ava’s boyfriend’s shirt so he could pull him away from his daughter.
“DAD!” Ava whined again as Rob and her boyfriend started to laugh. “I don’t know where she went, but you should probably go find her because you’re starting to piss me off!”
“That mouth!” Rob shook his head and tried to look like he was disappointed, but couldn’t help but smile as he made his way out of the kitchen in search of his wife.