8. His confession

I was sitting on the sofa with my legs propped up on the table in front of me. I was watching some show when Dad came and stood in between me and the tv. I raised my eyebrows at him in a questioning way.

"Honey, your mom and I are going on a date," Dad told me. I removed my legs from the table and stood up.

It was kind of a ritual for them to go on a date once a week. They were the definition of a perfect couple, making me want to have what they have someday. But if only... I would trust someone.

Dad was telling me about all his plans for the date when it struck me. If mom and Dad were going out on a date that means...Oh no. Not happening.

I don't want to. It will be hell... I can sense it. But of course, I cannot tell that to my parents and make them miss their date.

I nodded at him and