"What were those nasty shouts I heard before walking into the house just now?"
Joey, Maeve's husband and Lena's father, said a tight, displeased frown on his face as he glanced at the children's playroom and saw them focused on the screens with headphones on.
Subtly relieved, his stern gaze landed on Maeve's dishevelled appearance, her hair, her clothes. Sweat clearly dripped down her forehead, her face somehow flushed.
"You know me. A karaoke session with my beautiful daughter. And oh, and her classmate is here, so we are having a joint session." Maeve explained, still heaving while struggling to stay upright, a happy smile on her face as she saw her husband's unsuspecting expression.
Still frowning, Joey shook his head. J
"I told you several times to stop listening to nasty songs about pussies and whatever vulgar lyrics they add to it. We have little kids in this house, remember?"
Despite her husband's displeasure, Maeve still rebutted.
