My Dad’s Business Partner
"I threw a tantrum? You were the one watching stupid reels instead of giving me attention, and for calling that out I'm the one throwing tantrums?"
"Sorry, baby." Instead of arguing, Dad reached for apology like he always did, sliding his hand around her waist. "I did give you attention afterwards, didn't I?" He gave her a look; she blushed.
I bit into my sandwich and wrinkled my nose. "Find a room, you two."
"Oh we will." Dad chuckled, kissing Mom's shoulder. She snapped away, red as a tomato.
"Jacob! How many times do I have to tell you—"