The next morning

You awake in the morning, feeling the sweet warmth of Izzi against you. There are worse ways to wake up, you decide. You observe Izzi for a while, watching her sleep. She looks much like her mother, but somehow more lively. You’re not sure how anyone can manage that, much less asleep, but Izzi does. Eventually, you leave your bed to get the day started.

You start the coffee and the bacon.

Mindy comes out of her room. “Ooh, vacation breakfast!.” She pours herself some coffee, then gives you a peck on your cheek. Your heart melts.

Sara emerges from her slumber. She sleepily rubs her eyes. Her hair is a fiery mess. “How do you want your eggs, sweetheart?”

Sara scratches her behind unceremoniously. “Over medium, please.”

Mindy pouts at you. “John, what about me?”

“I was getting to you, kitten, don’t be impatient. How do you want your eggs?”

At that moment, Isabelle emerges from the hallway.

Your heart stops as, for a moment, you glimpse Lisa in all her glory. It starts beating a painful minute later as you realize that Isabelle is the goddess of the moment. She has supplemented her outfit with a pair of pajama shorts, but you realize she is not wearing a bra.

You realize you have missed Mindy’s answer.

“I’m sorry, kitten, what do you want?”

Izzi, knowing the effect she had on you last night, crosses over to the table and folds into her seat, her legs crossing

You make eggs over medium for both Mindy and Sara. Izzi takes hers scrambles, and you decide to make yours scrambled as well.

After breakfast, Izzi has an appointment. “I simply need to get my hair cut. It’s so long.”

Sara has a lunch date with friends.

Mindy has nothing planned at the mall with a girlfriend.

You don’t appreciate being by yourself. But, you want your girls to have their own lives and their own selves. You settle down for a nap.

…

The bedroom door opens. You start, knowing that you are by yourself for a while.

“I’m home, John!” You hear the voice, although you find it hard to believe.

“Izzi?”

“Who else?” The girl struts through the entryway. Izzi has not been to a hair salon. She has been to a store that is lacking in fabric, as she is wearing a shirt that is cut both low and high, and a skirt that is mini. You would approve if it was anyone but your daughter.

“John. You approve?”

“Not really. I try to an evolved man, but I don’t want every man that sees you to be instantly aroused.”

You thought that this was the wrong answer, but Izzi laughs and slides into your lap. “You’re sweet, John." She hooks her hands around your neck. Izzi kisses you deeply, slowly, surely.

“Ooh, hello, stranger!” Isabelle has apparently inherited her mother’s habit of talking to your penis. It is poking at her at an angle. “Hold on a moment, let’s get you out!”

Izzi pulls off your jeans and underwear. “Mmm. You’re just as beautiful as I remember,” she says to your penis.