#1 - Pompeii
“Daddy? I need help with my homework.”
Micah's stomach turned to stone. Couldn’t she have waited until her step-mother returned? He’s not the homework type. He feels a bit foolish as beads of sweat form on his brow. He’s faced down squads of men with guns and stared death in the face countless times, but the thought of helping his ten-year-old daughter with homework scares him witless.
She’s his precious baby girl, though, and he’d walk through fire for her. If she needs help with homework, then it’s homework help she’ll get. A glance at the topic of her assignment floods him with relief. It’s one of those projects. The hands-on type. He can live with those. Especially when it involves making things blow up. That’s right up his alley.
The three hours they spend making the volcano are the best three hours he’s ever spent. The delight on his daughter’s face, and the laughter that still rings in his ears, more than makes up for the hell he knows he’ll get when his wife comes home to the mess covering every inch of the kitchen.
Thin, pale arms wind around his waist. “I love you, Daddy.”
Definitely worth it.