This was not at all how he'd planned this conversation to go - it wasn't like the sort of intellectual talks they'd had in the past, he should have seen how Wren saw this as a real possibility and not just academics any more.
"He's not going to win, baby." Michael set his own fork down turning to face his daughter. "We're not going to let that happen. He's already tried twice before and he couldn't manage it - you really think we're going to let him do it now?" He shook his head with a small smile wrapping his arms around her and bringing her close.
"You don't need to worry about that, love. He is never going to be in charge." He stroked his fingers over her hair gently and rocked her. "I shouldn't have been talking like that, but we're not going to let any of that happen so you don't need to worry about that, or about leaving."