Outside Sheldonâs room, Lyndon leaned casually against the door, one hand in his pocket, ears tuned to Tilda and Sheldonâs conversation.
A grin spread across his face.
This woman talked tough in front of him but she seemed to be cool with taking feedback.
âSheldon, you want a father?â
Tildaâs voice piped up from inside.
Lyndon perked up, standing a bit straighter, catching every word.
Inside, Sheldon peered at Tilda, his eyes rolling, tugging her arm.
âTilda, Mr.
Fernandezâs the bomb.
He said heâd be my dad and keep us both safe.
â
Tilda stayed silent, a small furrow in her brow.
Sheldon got antsy.
âTilda?â
Tilda met his gaze, enveloping him in a tight hug.
âSheldon, you can call him dad.
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She didnât want to bum Sheldon out.
It seemed he really dug Lyndon to think of him as his father.
Sheldonâs eyes lit up.
âAre you cool being his girlfriend?â
Tilda sat up, and pinched his cheek, teasing, âIâll be your girlfriend, right? Iâm waiting for you to grow up.
I canât be with someone else, can I?â
Though Sheldon felt a bit let down, he was still rather pleased.
Tilda wasnât down to be Lyndonâs girlfriend but at least she was cool with him calling him dad.
Lyndon mustâve worked his charm on Tilda.
He was awesome!
Outside the door, Lyndonâs dark eyes twinkled, and a chuckle escaped him.
Tilda agreed to let him step up as the kidâs dad but she shot down his proposal.
She was stubborn as they come, that one.
Yet, he lucked out with a son out of the blue.
Any other blind date, heâd have sent the ladies packing.
Not too shabby!
Then, the door swung open.
Spotting Lyndon, Tildaâs surprise flickered briefly before she shut the door.