Lily yawned widely as he placed her on the mattress again. “Missed you, Daddy.”
“Missed you, too, sweetheart. Did you have fun with Noah?”
“No is silly.”
“He is.” Lucas pulled the blanket over her and kissed her forehead. “Pleasant dreams, baby.”
“You, too, Daddy.”
Lucas folded his arms and watched her settle back into sleep. He knew he was stalling, avoiding the conversation that Noah wanted to have. He had chickened out the night before and fled to his room to avoid the confrontation, but he didn’t think he could pull that stunt two nights in a row, and he couldn’t spend the whole evening hiding in Lily’s room.