-dadcrush- Lucie Kline - Daddys Dirty Phone -09... → [LEGIT]

As she poured herself a bowl of cereal, her eyes wandered to her dad's phone on the kitchen counter. It was an older model, but Lucie remembered him being quite proud of it. Maybe it was the sentimental value, or perhaps it was because it was his "dirty phone," as he jokingly referred to it. The term didn't mean what it sounded like; at least, not to Lucie's knowledge. For her dad, "dirty" meant it was off-limits to her and her siblings. A relic from his workdays, supposedly.

Lucie listened, processing. A part of her was surprised; another part wasn't. Her mom had been gone for a while, and her dad deserved to be happy.

Lucie hesitated. She didn't want to accuse him of anything without evidence, but... "I saw your phone. I didn't mean to pry, but there were some texts. With a woman."

Richard stood up and wrapped his arms around her. "I was scared, sweetie. I didn't know how you'd react. But I promise, this doesn't change anything. I love you no matter what." -DadCrush- Lucie Kline - Daddys Dirty Phone -09...

Curiosity got the best of her. What could be so important or entertaining on that phone that her dad guarded it so zealously? She picked it up, wondering if she could find any trace of the infamous "Daddy's Dirty Phone." The screen lit up, and before she could even navigate through the menus, a text message popped up.

It started on a typical Sunday morning, with Lucie rummaging through the kitchen for leftovers. Her dad, a widower since her mom passed away a few years ago, was in his study, engrossed in whatever caught his attention. Lucie often joked that her dad had two speeds: work and "the dark side of the internet." The latter usually involved him locking himself in his study, muttering something about "work."

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Richard sighed, rubbing his temples. "Ah, Lucie. I guess I should've known this day would come."

Her mind racing, Lucie quickly put the phone back. She didn't want to pry into her dad's private life any further. But her curiosity lingered. Was her dad involved in something she couldn't understand? Someone she should know about?

And as for "Daddy's Dirty Phone"? It became a joke between them, a reminder of the day Lucie discovered that sometimes, the things we keep hidden are the things that can bring us closer together. The term didn't mean what it sounded like;

Lucie Kline had always been a bit of a mystery to herself and those around her. At 22, she found herself navigating the complexities of young adulthood with a sense of humor and a penchant for getting into peculiar situations. Her life was a series of unexpected turns, one of which involved her dad, Richard, and his rather...eventful phone.

He explained that yes, he was seeing someone. A colleague from work. They had met a few months ago, and things had developed. He knew it might come as a shock, but he wanted her to know that he was happy.

That evening, Lucie decided to confront her dad. Not aggressively, but with genuine concern. She found him in his study, looking somewhat sheepish.

He looked up, slightly startled. "Of course, kiddo. What's on your mind?"