Charissa's eyes seemed to widen a bit more with each sentence. "Daddy...." she sighed and followed him to the bench, sanwiching the hand he was looking at between her own. "Momma isn't going to leave you. I know that for a fact. But you and uncle Lan hating eachother has to be taking a toll on her. All I'm asking is that you try, just one more time."<br/><br/>She pursed her lips, "Mom loves you, but she loves uncle Lan too. If you hadn't come along, yes, I'm sure she would be with him. But she's with you for a reason. Just let her do what she needs to do. Don't pressure her, just let her be her. She's allowed you to be you sexually, mentally, and physically since y'all got married. The former way more so when I turned 15." She shot him a look then. "Just let her be her. Don't stress. It's not as big of a deal as you're making it out to be. Sometimes people just don't get along. It happens. But try one more time. It might work. If not, fuck it and accept that y'all are doomed to bate eachother forever. Okay? Promise me you'll try." She held up a pinky finger then, waiting.