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“Be good for Papa, okay, pumpkin? Daddy’ll be back as soon as he can.”
Curt pressed a kiss to Liza’s forehead gently, crouching in front of her. He was barely holding back tears, but he couldn’t let himself cry. Not in front of his baby.
Liza sniffed, hugging Wally the walrus tight. “Why Daddy hafta go?”
Curt’s heart broke. “Oh, I don’t want to go, honey,” He said as he brushed her hair back and tucked it behind her ear. “But Grandma needs me.”
His mom had fallen and broken her leg, and Curt had to go all the way to her place across the state, pick her up, and take her home until she got better.
Liza shuffled her feet shyly. “What if Grandma doesn’t like me?”
“Pumpkin. . .” Curt pressed another kiss to her nose. “Grandma loves you so much. She’s so excited to meet you.”
“She is?”
“Of course she is. I think she said something about bringing you a present,” He teased.
Liza jumped happily, squealing, “Present!” And Curt knew he’d cheered her up sufficiently.