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“Mmmkay.” I lay there on top of him completely content. We make love three times throughout the night. When I finally fall asleep I am happier than I could have ever imagined.

Chapter Ten

Donnie

One Month Later

The last month with my girl has been the best of my life. We were going to keep our relationship quiet from Victoria, but that was out the window pretty quickly. My daughter is a smart kid, so when we held hands or quickly showed signs of affection, she would just giggle. I half expected her to rebel, but I should have known better. Those two get along like two peas in a pod and it warms my heart.

I make it a point to tell her I love her several times a day. I know that I am making up for all the time that I wanted to say it but didn’t.

Despite the short amount of time that we have been together, I am more than ready to make her my wife. Her by my side forever is just what I need. When Verity left for school this evening, I decided to officially talk to Victoria about it. I made dinner and approached the subject.

“V. We should talk,” I say, pouring ranch dressing on my salad.

“Okay, Daddy. About Verity?” She says, smiling.

“Why would you think that?” I ask.

“Duh, Daddy. I am seven, not a baby.” She says matter-of-factly. I can’t help laughing. Her little legs are swinging under her and I watch as she tries to spear a meatball with her glittery, pink toddler fork that she refuses to give up.

“Right. My little girl is growing up.” I say, ruffling her hair.

“Stop it, Dad.” She says as she swats my hand away.

“Fine. You win. So, about Verity, I want to marry her. What do you think about that?”

“Oh my gosh!” She squeals, jumping up from her chair, knocking it over.

“You okay?” I ask, laughing. I get up to help her.

“Yes. Oh my gosh! This is, like, the best news ever.” She gushes.

“Really?” I am instantly relieved at her show of excitement.

“Yes. I am going to get a mommy again.” She says. I pick her chair back up and she sits down.

“You already have a mommy. She lives in Dallas.” I say slowly, as I scoot her back under the table.

“No.” She says, squishing her nose up, and shaking her head.

“What do you mean when you say no?” I hold my breath. You never know what kids are going to say.

“I have a mother, who lives in Dallas. Ty has been my mommy for a while now. It’ll be nice for it to be offal.” She says tapping her cheek.

“Awful?” I question.

“You know, forever or something.” She says taking a bite of her spaghetti.

Does she mean official? Sometimes it’s like I am talking to a teenager and other times it’s like she is speaking a foreign language that I don’t know how to navigate.

“I see,” I say. I really am not sure if I do, but at least she seems on board.

I go back to eating as well. That was easier than I thought it would be.

“Can we watch a movie after dinner?” She asks.

“Of course. What will it be tonight?” I mentally prepare myself for yet another viewing of something we’ve seen a thousand times.

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