Re: Dance Floor: Daddy/Daughter dance
Babs gave him a playful look at the glowing part. While she wasn’t completely obvious, it was clear she was expecting. With her blue gown on, she was sporting a small but noticeable bump and in her hand was always some water or juice, helping her turn down any mistaken offers for champagne. She also had been mulling over the day, and all of the changes in the people around them. The bride and groom always came to mind first, but Dick of course was nearby, walking, and it made her smile. The expression only grew when her dad came by.
She would have been lying if she said she hadn’t felt a touch of something there near the dance floor. Weddings were always passing thoughts, prefaced with a maybe before they were pushed out of her mind for more practical ideas. Though this wasn’t her wedding, there was something about dancing with her father at one that had her feeling just a tad emotional. She blamed the hormones. “It’ll be a slow one,” she promised, taking his hand as they made their way to the dance floor.