Will's frustration when he mention about the times people would stare at Mia-😭 Imagine Mia going like "yeah so, that's my dad." to her friends/classmates, and Will is actually a handsome man in his own, so now they'll understand why Mia is such a pretty girl😂
You can't tell me Mia won't tease her father about her classmate saying he's handsome 🏃🏻♀️🙏🏻
Mia leans against the counter, idly twirling a strand of hair around her finger as she watches Will take his first sip of coffee. His usual grumpiness clings to him, but there’s always a sharpness beneath it, something alert, watchful.
“So,” she starts, voice light, teasing. “I think I might start walking home from school.”
Will doesn’t look up from his coffee. “No, you won’t.”
She ignores him. “It’s just getting unbearable, you know? Every day, the girls won’t shut up about you.”
That gets a reaction. His fingers tighten around the mug, but his expression stays neutral. “Mia.”
“I mean, honestly, they have no shame.” She lets out a dramatic sigh, tilting her head at him. “Do you know what Charlotte told me today?“ She makes a forced voice, "‘I think your dad is so hot. Like, unfairly hot. I would literally commit a crime just so he could put me in handcuffs.’”
Will finally looks up, jaw tensing. “Jesus Christ.”
Mia grins. “I told you…No shame. And then Emma goes, ‘Do you think he’d let me call him Daddy?’”
Will’s face twitches—something dark, unreadable flickering across it before he scoffs, shaking his head. “That’s disgusting.”
Mia just shrugs. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I told them all you’re emotionally unavailable and impossible to live with.”
“I am emotionally unavailable and impossible to live with.”
“Yeah, but that probably made it worse, though. You know how girls are about the whole damaged and brooding thing.”
Will exhales sharply through his nose.
She leans in slightly. “And now they’re all begging to have a sleepover at our house. I think we might need to move away, change our names—”
“Enough,” he interrupts, but there’s something else in his voice now, something amused. He shakes his head, looking at her with that expression she knows too well—half exasperated, half entertained. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“I am enjoying it,” she admits. “Because it’s funny. And also because you’re not arguing about it.”
He raises an eyebrow. “About what?”
“That you’re hot.”
A slow, knowing smirk tugs at his lips. It’s brief, but she catches it. “Let them think I’m hot, so what?”
Mia gasps in mock offense. “Criminal—”
Will steps closer. His voice drops lower, quieter. “Maybe you should put me in handcuffs.”
The way he says it makes something curl in her stomach, warm and electric. Her breath hitches slightly, but she masks it with a roll of her eyes, forcing herself to scoff. “Shut the fuck up, get away.”
Will just smirks again, tilting his head as he studies her. “Don’t start games you’re too afraid to play, Mia.”
Mia huffs, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl and biting into it just so she has something to do. “Whatever. Just know if one of my friends breaks into our house one night, it’s your fault.”
“I’ll be sure to lock the doors.”
Mia narrows her eyes at him but doesn’t push further.