Page 83 of My Heart's Doctor
“Of course, sir. Dr. Dulcet is charming. I had the pleasure of speaking with her the night she stayed here because Alba had left,” she stated, and I wasn’t surprised that she had also won Delia’s heart.
“She is,” I said, while taking Aurora in my arms. “Are you happy that Devon is coming?”
“Yi. I want Divon to play with me.”
“I’m sure she’ll play with you,” I affirmed, as we left the bedroom.
While we were in the living room coloring in a book, Aurora looked at me and said:
“Divon is my mommy.”
I froze at that statement. My daughter had never said that word, and I didn’t know what to tell her. I sat her on my lap to talk to her and make things clear. We had already had the conversation about her mother’s death. I had consulted with a psychologist to know the best way to convey the news to her as she grew up, and she always repeated that I should make it clear that she would never see her mother again and that I should mention the word death to avoid feeding fantasies or insecurities, and especially to avoid giving her false hopes.
“My love, Devon is not your mommy. Devon is a friend of yours and mine, but she’s not your mommy. Your mommy’s name was Cristina and she passed away; we won’t see her again.”
“But nowDivonis my mommy,” she insisted.
“Did Devon tell you she was your mommy?” I asked, because I didn’t believe she was capable of saying something like that, but I found it strange that Aurora would say it.
She didn’t answer me and climbed down from my lap to continue coloring in the book. Coloring was something she loved to do and she did it very well for her age. At that moment, I heard someone knocking at the front door and saw Delia heading to open it, but I told her I would take care of it.
Once again, her appearance had a strong impact on me. She was wearing white pants with a blue tank top and looked spectacular and damnably sexy.
“Hello, William. Did I arrive too late?” she greeted me shyly.
“Not at all, Aurora has been waiting for you anxiously,” I said, and although what my daughter had said was still spinning in my head, at that moment I preferred not to mention it. “Come in.”
Devon walked past me without greeting me, but I didn’t allow it. I took her by the arm, made her turn around, and gave her akiss on the lips. It was a delicate and innocent kiss that left me wanting more, and she looked at me with surprise reflected in her beautiful face.
“Aurora is in the living room. If you want, go to her and I’ll let Delia know she can serve dinner.”
“All right, thank you,” she said, and headed toward where Aurora was.
I notified Delia and then went to get them. Devon was sitting on one of the sofas with Aurora on her lap, showing her the book she had been coloring while they chatted and laughed.
“We can go to the table now,” I announced, and Devon stood up, put my daughter down on the floor, but they held hands and began walking toward me.
When they reached my side, Aurora stretched out her little hand for me to take it, and the three of us walked together with her in the middle, holding both our hands. She looked at us and smiled happily, which squeezed my heart again. I noticed that Devon looked at her and then at me nervously. She was uncomfortable, I had no doubt about that, but I didn’t understand why.
When we reached the table, Delia looked at us and couldn’t hide her surprise, and I think that was what ended up intimidating Devon, who gently let go of Aurora’s hand.
“Hello, Delia; how have you been?”
“Very well, doctor. How are you?”
“Very well. I came to dinner because I promised Aurora,” she clarified, and I assumed she did it to make it clear that she wasn’t there because of me.
“It’s a pleasure to have you here, you should come more often,” Delia said, and I noticed she looked at me with aconspiratorial smile. “But please, take a seat so I can serve dinner.”
I settled Aurora in her chair and then sat down next to her. Devon sat across from me.
“I want to sit withDivon.”
“You need to have dinner next to your father, don’t forget that he missed you very much and it’s been days since you had dinner together,” she said sweetly.
“It’s not a problem,” I said, but she insisted.
“For me, it is, because you are her father,” she stated, then looked at Aurora and added, “If you insist on changing seats, I’ll have to leave because the right thing is for you to sit next to your dad.”
