I now headcanon Mia putting any kind of outfits and then asks Will what he thinks of them just to get a reaction from him🤔
Mia stepped into the living room, arms stretched out as if presenting herself on a stage. “Okay, what about this one?” She twirled in place, letting the short black dress she’d pulled from the depths of her closet flare slightly around her thighs. “Be honest.”
Will barely glanced up from where he was sitting, one hand absently rubbing at his jaw. “Too much.”
“Too much what?” She planted a hand on her hip.
He gave a dry, unimpressed look. “Too much you thinking you can walk out of this house wearing that.”
Mia groaned, spinning on her heel to disappear back into her room. A minute later, she was back, now in a fitted red dress, the kind that hugged every curve. She leaned against the doorframe with a slow smile, watching his reaction.
Will inhaled through his nose and exhaled slowly. “You look like trouble.”
“That’s not an answer.”
She clicked her tongue and turned away again.
The next outfit was a top and a short skirt. She came out with a faux-innocent look. “This better?”
Will scoffed. “Now you just look like you’re trying to piss me off.”
Mia grinned. “I’m just showing you what I got. Why do you care so much?”
He rubbed a hand down his face. “I care that you don’t get ideas. Or worse, give other people ideas.”
She tilted her head, enjoying the way his fingers tensed against his knee. “Daddy,” she sighed theatrically, “if you’re so worried about what people might think, maybe you should stop looking at me like that.”
A long, suffocating silence stretched between them. Will’s jaw locked, but Mia could see the way his throat worked as he swallowed, how his fingers flexed like he was resisting the urge to grip something—anything.
Then he let out a slow breath, shaking his head. “Go change, Mia.”
She lingered just a little longer, watching him.
Finally, she sighed dramatically and turned back toward her room. “Fine. But you’re exhausting, you know that?”
His voice followed her as she walked away. “Right back at you, kid.”