"Bless you," Tuck said as he picked up the coffee and took a sip. "Oh. Heaven."
Dan chuckled and picked up his own cup. "Just chatting about me ruining all his rehearsed speeches," he grinned. The doorbell rang a moment later, so Daniel had to put his mug back down again. "That'll be Mich. I'll be right back," he said, rising so he could scoot towards the door.
"Oh my god," Tuck had to put his coffee down as well, reaching for Will's hand the second his was empty. "Will," he sort of wheezed. "Both of them. Oh god, both of them-" His heart was pounding so hard, he was honestly surprised it hadn't exploded yet.
Daniel returned to the lounge, Michaela trailing behind him. Her expression was somehow both shy and eager, wanting very much to be reunited with the father who had doted upon them as children, but terrified he would reject her the second he saw her, just like Sarah had. She sort of nervously smoothed out her yellow dress, hoping she didn't look a mess.
"Dad, Michaela. Michaela...Dad," Dan said, sort of waving hands in their directions. And then Tuck was up and crossing to the both of them.
"Oh, let me look at you," he said, holding his arms out. He was delighted when Michaela nodded, letting him take her face gently into his hands. "You're perfect," Tuck said, planting a kiss on her forehead, and then she was in his arms, clinging tightly.