"Is the food not to your liking? Ain't you hungry?"
I hear Belle asking.
right.
it's the millionth time I'm trying to fathom about the possibilities of a miracle sitting right before me. my six year old stepdaughter. something just doesn't make sense.
"honey..."Belle calls again.
I look at her to see an extremely worried expression.
this is the woman I love. the capable mother to my kids and my whole lifetime companion.
yet right now, I can't quite put the feelings I have for her. is this even her real self or she's just a fraud. the latter makes my insides boil and I don't realize that the grip on my spoon is strong, bending the spoon into a perfect arch. Belle of course realises this.
"I'll make you something different," she says, standing up.
"are you alright daddy?"Sunday, my stepdaughter, asks.
god, the emotions inside me are conflicting. I gulp.
"yes baby, i am," I say with a reassuring smile.
I look at Belle whose face is nothing but worry and say,"don't bother I'm ok."
Sunday excuses herself and Belle follows her to make sure she does her bedtime routine.
I take a beer from the fridge, gulping it down.
normally, I would be helping Belle do the dishes while she tucked Sunday. but not today.
she comes back and announces that Sunnie is asleep. Sunnie, a nickname I gave her two years ago and now her mother is my fiancee, our wedding some three weeks away.
"is there something bothering you?"
I don't care to look at the owner of the voice as I negate the question.
"Rocky talk to me,"she says, and I can clearly hear the desperation in her voice.
what in the world should I tell her?
'im going home. see you tomorrow,' I announce, stepping forward to plant a kiss on her forehead.
"stay,"she says when I give her my back.
'not tonight,' I say taking a...