The way her father's eyes widened just a little, his deep inhalation of breath, the way he froze again? Anne knew from her childhood that those were all signs of impending doom. It was good she'd told him she was joking right away. She didn't want to set him off on her brother when she still had herself to account for. Plus, she was counting on Joseph to help her out if their father went to him next.
But his next phrase, it made Anne's lip wibble and she felt tears well up in her eyes. She attempted to compose herself, swallowing once and then again to get rid of the lump in her throat.
"Daddy." She couldn't even remember the last time she'd called him that rather than Dad. Not since she was a little girl, of that much she was sure. "I'll always be an Adama."