Day 8: Teacher

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Ryan walks into the school and makes his way down the halls, smiling as he passes a few other parents. He reaches Dorothy's classroom, then walks in. She gasps happily.

"Daddy!" She says, running up to him and hugging him. 

"Hey, sweetie," he says, then nearly freeze when his honey eyes meet a pair of blue ones. Dallon smiles.

"You must be Ryan. I'm Dallon Weekes, Dorothy's teacher," he says, and Ryan shakes his hand. 

"Nice to meet you," he says. Dorothy begins to talk to another girl and Dallon and Ryan lock eyes, smiling and both seemingly blushing. He's really attractive. 

"Must I say, your daughter is doing absolutely excellent. She learns very quickly and she certainly is very good at spelling. Oh, and she makes a lot of references and says a lot of phrases that I haven't heard in... what, 20 years?" Dallon asks, and Ryan laughs lightly, knowing exactly what he's talking about. 

"Yeah, I guess you can say that I'm still in love with the past," Ryan says, and they both laugh. 

"Daddy, can we draw?" The little girl who Dorothy is talking to asks the taller man.

"Go ahead, sweetie," Dallon says to his daughter, and the girls rush off to the dry erase markers. Dorothy pushes up her glasses and then the two begin to draw on the white board. "That's my daughter, her name's Amelie."

"Oh, yeah, Dorothy's mentioned her before. Of course, she pointed out that she doesn't have a mom," Ryan says quietly, and Dallon chuckles.

"Uh, yeah, her mom passed away a few years ago." 

"I'm sorry," Ryan says, and Dallon looks into his eyes. He pushes up his glasses. 

"It's alright. So, is there a Mrs. Ross?"

"No, actually. It's... well, it's a pretty long story," Ryan says. 

"Maybe you can tell me the whole story over at my house tonight?" Dallon says confidently, and Ryan's heart skips a beat as he smiles wide.

"I'd like that," Ryan says, and the two men smile and blush, looking at their daughters once more before laughing lightly.

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