Chapter 90: LYON

"Caitlin baby give daddy a break will ya?"

"Dada, da, da."

"I'm gonna da, da, da you in a minute get over here."

My little princess is nine months going on fifteen. She can't really talk yet but her first word was dada then came mama. I won that fight. She started crawling at six or seven months and all hell broke loose from then on.

She gets into everything so I have to watch her every minute that I'm alone with her or I'm afraid she'd hurt herself. Her mother is a little more lax than I when it comes to parenting. She says 'oh she's supposed to do that or don't worry Colt that's normal'.

I didn't take shit for granted. In the first three months after I'd started putting her in her crib at night I stood over her to make sure she was breathing right and shit before I went to bed.

I spent almost every waking hour worrying about one thing or the other. Anything that could go wrong I tried to head off at the pass. Now realistically I know there are no guarantees in life but I cou