"Well look who finally is up," Abby said as Ethan entered the kitchen, a bit bleary eyed. "Were you up all night texting your new friends?"
"Biffy was upset," Ethan insisted. "But I wasn't up that late..."
"Bet you haven't even seen yourself in the mirror yet," Abby said, smirking. "It's a real doozy."
He looked at Abby seriously, studying her for the first time. She'd filled out even more since the previous evening, Not only was she taller than him, but definitely looked older. He hurried over to the mirror in the hallway. "Fuck..." he exclaimed.
"Language," Abby told him.
"Sorry...but...damn, I look...hot," Ethan said. He began to feel his backside. "I'm going to have to work out to keep looking this good...don't want to become a fatty or anything..."
"Yeah...look happy. You look years younger...Do you realize people are going to think I'm your Dad, rather than the other way around?" Abby said.
"And you expect me to feel sorry about that?" Ethan said. "I didn't do this to us. Maybe we should just let people. I mean...can you imagine how my friends would react if I introduced you as my daughter? I'd like...be so embarrassed I'd die. I mean...you already look ancient..."
"I do not look ancient," Abby protested. She actually thought she looked pretty good for..whatever age her body was now.
"Whatever...Dad," he said, emphasizing the word.
Abby made a noise. "If you are going to start calling me Dad...then I'm gong to take your phone away from you for the rest of the day."
"What? Why? That's like...so mean..."
"If you are going to tell people I'm your Dad, then I'm going to take advantage. Don't expect to use the credit cards or anything either. I think people will have trouble believing they are yours," she said, grinning.
