Theodore put on an expression of horror - palpable, visceral horror - before he let it crack and laugh. "Hugh," he said, shaking his head. "I love my daughter. I love her dearly and more than anything in the world. But." He composed himself. "There is a certain joy in knowing that I'm almost done, and--"
"Done?!" Elaine's voice traveled down the hallway, mocking disbelief. "Dad, you'll never be done with me!" She strode into the room, all smiles, putting her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek. "I'm going to live at home until I'm fifty or sixty, at least."
Theodore chuckled indulgently, giving Hugh a look over her shoulder like 'well, if she wants to...'