Lucie hesitated. She didn't want to accuse him of anything without evidence, but... "I saw your phone. I didn't mean to pry, but there were some texts. With a woman."
Curiosity got the best of her. What could be so important or entertaining on that phone that her dad guarded it so zealously? She picked it up, wondering if she could find any trace of the infamous "Daddy's Dirty Phone." The screen lit up, and before she could even navigate through the menus, a text message popped up.
The conversation that followed was long and heartfelt. Lucie learned more about her dad's life than she had in years. It was a turning point for both of them, marking the beginning of a more open and honest relationship. -DadCrush- Lucie Kline - Daddys Dirty Phone -09...
Her mind racing, Lucie quickly put the phone back. She didn't want to pry into her dad's private life any further. But her curiosity lingered. Was her dad involved in something she couldn't understand? Someone she should know about?
"Hey handsome," it read. "Miss you. -L"
It started on a typical Sunday morning, with Lucie rummaging through the kitchen for leftovers. Her dad, a widower since her mom passed away a few years ago, was in his study, engrossed in whatever caught his attention. Lucie often joked that her dad had two speeds: work and "the dark side of the internet." The latter usually involved him locking himself in his study, muttering something about "work."
"I just wish you'd told me," she said finally. Lucie hesitated
As she poured herself a bowl of cereal, her eyes wandered to her dad's phone on the kitchen counter. It was an older model, but Lucie remembered him being quite proud of it. Maybe it was the sentimental value, or perhaps it was because it was his "dirty phone," as he jokingly referred to it. The term didn't mean what it sounded like; at least, not to Lucie's knowledge. For her dad, "dirty" meant it was off-limits to her and her siblings. A relic from his workdays, supposedly.
Richard sighed, rubbing his temples. "Ah, Lucie. I guess I should've known this day would come." I didn't mean to pry, but there were some texts
That evening, Lucie decided to confront her dad. Not aggressively, but with genuine concern. She found him in his study, looking somewhat sheepish.
Lucie listened, processing. A part of her was surprised; another part wasn't. Her mom had been gone for a while, and her dad deserved to be happy.