Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator
by orphan_account
Ernest looked down for a second, like he was debating on what to say. Your heart sank even further, your face heating up at the humiliation you were about to feel. There you sat, dating a teacher, when you can’t even help that teacher’s son pass one math tes-“Igotaninetyseven,” Ernest mumbled, his head bowed as he shoveled in more spaghetti in his mouth. Your eyebrows (and you suspected Hugo’s, aswell) shot up, trying not to get too excited. Did he just say ninety seven? Like, 97? Like, three points away from a fucking perfect score? OR: the domestic fic where you are anxious to hear whether or not your late night cram session with Ernest was worth it.
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