It seems my point doesn't get across, as she finally looks to me with a sorrowful face.

“Dad. Do... do you still love me?”

Now is the time to act. I reach over and grab her, holding her in a tight hug.

“Of course, Dashie. I've always loved you. I still love you, no matter what. Not even a small fight such as ours could ever change that.”

She returns the hug, as we sit there and cry together.

And then we had sex.