"Exactly!" Leanne exclaimed fervently, glad to have someone who understood. She paused for a moment, watching their daughters play, and then tentatively added, "Sometimes- just sometimes- it makes me wish Abby had a father figure. If only because I'm awful at lecturing her, and I'd rather just be the one to comfort her." It was a subject she probably wouldn't have broached so easily with her other friends. But Tamsin, she thought, would probably understand. She didn't necessarily mean Abby's real father, of course, he was too much a bastard for her to want him near their child. Just... a father figure.