To have a conversation with your father, my love. That is what I want to tell her, instead I smile at her. “I just need to drop somewhere to talk to Uncle Kieran for a bit, darling.” Yes, I need to talk to Kieran and tell him I can’t go through with this act so he can still arrange someone else.
Fiona’s POV I follow him quietly as he takes me out of the venue. I follow him as he circles around until he leads me to the quiet alley adjacent to the building. I follow him as he takes me away from all the people, the noise, and the curious eyes. Then, he leaves my hand and I clench it to stop
Something in my heart fractures and I close my eyes. How did we come to this? That he had to resort to these measures just to see me? “Don’t you see? I have always been right here, Micah.” I say the words slowly, not sure if he can even hear me. However, when I open my eyes and look at him, I am
Fiona’s POV This kiss is unlike any we have shared lately. There is a sweetness to it. It’s tender and affectionate and it hurts as much as I crave it. And, it’s cut too short. Somebody clears their throat, forcing us to break apart. Kieran stands there with a huge smile on his face. Amelia’s ha
The man I love holds my hand. Our daughter chatters happily. Soft music plays in the back. Is this what happiness tastes like? I am too afraid to answer because I am too afraid it will all slip away. Before I know it, we are pulling up in front of my house. He comes around and opens both of our d
So, I shyly tuck my head down as I take a bite of soup and all I can think is: I wish every day was like today. ____________________ Micah’s POV As I help Fiona do the dishes, I can’t help but think how it is time for me to go and I want to do anything but that. It feels like for the first time
Rowena’s POV The child just won’t stop crying. Rowena looks at him from over the rim of the glass of wine she takes dainty sips from. The child’s face goes red as he sees his mother not paying any attention to him. Rowena rolls her eyes and looks at the toddler with disgust. “Emily!” She screams
Susan, one of Amelia's classmates, proudly displays a photo of her and her dad. "Look at him! Isn't my dad the most handsome?" she exclaims, showing off the picture. "Yeah, he really is!" another classmate agrees, nodding in approval. They all gather around her with round eyes as they agree to what