“Sweetheart, listen to me. I love you. I’m not going anywhere. You’ll always have me, no matter what.”
“Okay.”
I kissed her forehead and turned to Adam and Jessica.
“You heard me. Ten minutes.”
Adam whispered something about being sorry. Jessica couldn’t meet my eyes. I didn’t watch them leave. I just held Lily.
The next day, I filed for divorce.
We began paternity testing a few days later, but the truth is, I don’t care about the results. She’s my daughter. I’ve raised her, held her through fevers, danced with her in the kitchen. She’s mine.
Last night, Lily hang back bed beside me.
“Daddy?” she muttered.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I don’t want to play that game again.”
“Me neither. I’m sorry, my baby, you’ll never deal with again.”
She gazed up at me, her eyes wide and honest.
“Are you still my real daddy?”
I didn’t falter.
“I always have been. I always will be.”
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