Her smile had the predictable, desired effect upon Paul.  His eyes softened at the sight of it - not that they'd been particularly hard to begin with - and a soft sigh passed from his lips.  He leaned in to kiss his little girl, compelled by the intimacy that her expression of happiness made him feel.  It was unmistakably a lover's kiss, not fueled by lust but by gentle love and passion.  "Thank you, baby," he whispered to her when their lips parted, though he remained close enough that their brows touched and their breath mingled.  "You know what the best part of this is going to be?" he asked her rhetorically.  "Besides sharing our love with your sister, the best part is going to be that we don't have to hide anymore.  When I see you in the kitchen after you finish school when Carlie's there, I won't have to hold myself back from going straight up to you and sweeping you into my arms to kiss you.  When we fall asleep in each others' arms after making love, we won't have to panic in the morning to make sure Carlie doesn't know where you've been.  I can wake you with kisses, and passion, and I can do it every day if I want."  He smiled.  It would be good, not to need to hide in their own home.<br/><br/>And that was to say nothing of the joy of sharing the same with Carlie, the idea of kissing her full lips, of watching her face light up at the moment she reached orgasm...