Suddenly, her smile morphs into an impishly cheeky grin. "Besides, your dad just told me that he's free for our outing today."
Naturally, Sophia's arms shoot up in the air. "Yeah!" she exclaims, full of excitement, jumping up from the couch to do a little victory dance.
A heaviness settles in my stomach as I watch my daughter beam as if Christmas has already arrived.
It means that much to her.
And it took me so long to give her this.
Sophia stumbles uncontrollably into Maya's arms. "Should we tell him where we're going?" she asks, busily pushing her curls out of her face.
Maya's gaze flits between my daughter and me. The captivating dimples on her cheeks deepen. "Better not," she says, and the way she winks at me leaves me unsure whether I should feel fear or anticipation.
