My father on the other hand looks nothing like me. I took after my mother. My father has black hair, brown eyes, and a medium skin tone. Genetically, I shouldn't have gotten my mothers red hair and pale complexion. I should've taken after my father. 
                          
In all honesty, I'm just glad I don't look like my father...
                          
"Hello, son." My father says cooly as he approaches me. 
                          
"Father." I respond in the same tone of voice. 
                          
Clara's head turns back and forth between my Dad and I. She probably senses the tension in the air. Apparently, babies are really good at picking up on emotions. They're also good at judging character. 
                          
My dad turns his head towards Clara and I see a subtle softening of his eyes. Woah, I've never seen that before. "Hello, beautiful girl. What's your name?" He asks while grasping her hand. 
                          
"Me Cwara." My princess says while playing with the strap of her overalls. Grace dressed her in a dark blue, overall dress with thick, white tights underneath. She also has on a pink long sleeved shirt on underneath. 
                          
The outfit is completed with two large white hair bows. My babygirl looks like a princess. "I'm your Grandpa Damien. It's nice to meet you." My father says with a hint of a smile. 
                          
Jonah, Dechen's father and Rupert, Atticus's father all introduce themselves to Clara. She seems absolutely overwhelmed. "Do you want to come to me?" Jonah asks while holding his hands out to Clara.
                          
"Nu, gu 'way." Clara responds while burrowing herself further into my body. Her head is shoved into my neck and her arms wrap tight around my neck in a chokehold. 
                          
"It's okay, babygirl. That's Dada's Dad." I whisper in her ear. 
                          
Instead of coming out of her shell, Clara shakes her head and slips her thumb in her mouth. "I'm sorry, she's being shy today. There's a lot of people in a tiny area. How about we go upstairs and into our living room?" Grace suggests.
                          
The men all nod and we make our way upstairs. I see Dad eyeing the decor of our living area once we arrive. He subtly shakes his head and I hear his tongue click with distaste. Whatever, if he doesn't like it he can go. "This is the living room. Sorry it's a bit messy, Clara was playing in here this morning." Dechen says while gesturing for our fathers to sit on the couch.
                          
Our living room isn't all that messy. There's just some toys spread on the floor and a couple baby puffs spread out on the coffee table.
                          
Moving towards the armchair, I take a seat and adjust Clara so she's on my lap facing out. I bounce the baby on my knee while awkward silence fills the room. Usually, Atticus's parents would be making jokes by now, but they can probably feel the tension between my father and I.
                          
"Would you guys like anything to eat or drink? We're having the chefs prepare lunch but we can have them bring up something to hold you off until then." Grace says primly, ever the host. 
                          
"I'll take tea if you have it. Earl gray." My father says. 
                          
"Okay. Anything for anybody else?" Grace asks while crossing her legs. 
                          
"I'll have some water." Jonah chimes in. 
                          
"I'll have some chips and my wife likes chocolate." Rupert chirps happily. Now I know where Atticus gets his love of food from. His parents are foodies too. 
                          
"Okay, I'll be right back. I have to call downstairs to get that food. Make yourselves at home." Grace says before standing up and leaving the room.
                          
Upon Grace leaving, Clara's bottom lip wobbles and a pitiful whimper leaves her mouth. "Mamaaaa." She whines while stretching her arms out towards the door.