The room falls into an awkward hush, as if a quiet wind had swept through, leaving stunned adults in its wake. Dad’s face noticeably drains of color, while Mom looks both shocked and unsure.
Trying to ease the tension, Mom stammers, “What did you just say, sweetie?” Her tone is a mix of cautious curiosity and disbelief.
The young girl, brimming with childlike sincerity, repeats, “You know, like when you and Uncle Jack were doing something silly while Daddy was in Vancouver. I peeked a little through the keyhole.”
Dad raises an eyebrow, disbelief giving way to something almost like amusement. “Is that so, Mom?” he says with a teasing smirk, folding his arms.
Mom, clearly flustered, scrambles for a response. “I-I think you might’ve misunderstood, sweetheart,” she says, though her voice lacks conviction.
But the little girl stands by her story. “Nope! I’m sure. Uncle Jack was making the funniest faces while you were both on the bed!” she adds with the unwavering confidence only children possess.
Dad bites back a laugh as Mom’s face flushes bright red, her embarrassment impossible to hide. “Okay, okay, that’s enough storytelling for tonight!” she quickly interjects, gently guiding the little girl out of the room.
The child skips away, oblivious to the stir she’s caused, leaving behind a strange mix of humor and awkward tension. Dad, now clearly amused, shoots Mom a cheeky grin. “Think I should call a lawyer in the morning?”
Mom glares at him, trying not to crack a smile. “Don’t tempt me,” she mutters under her breath.