While Nova takes after her mother in looks, she is her father’s daughter in temperament – prone to eye rolls and smirks and wheedling her way out of bedtime. Emma finds the whole matter utterly hilarious, and he imagines Liam is somewhere in the afterlife having a right laugh to himself. After all, he had been far from a delight to raise.
He’s just managed to wrangle the little scoundrel into her pajamas and into her bed when she turns those big green eyes up at him, the little dent in her chin a perfect reflection of her mother’s. He melts every single time she looks at him like that, and she bloody well knows it.
It All Starts With a Dance 