AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Alissa looks at me for confirmation, but in that moment, I am lost in the thought at the boy’s comment and don’t say anything.
I realize I like the thought of that very much and find myself wishing it were true.
It’s possible.
Apparently, the thoughtful look on my face confuses Alissa because she starts to squirm and pushes me away.
“You’re not my dad!”
I immediately return her feet to the floor and then bid my goodbyes to everyone in order to leave.
When I reach my car, I realize I just had one of the happiest moments I’ve had in my life, and that includes my Stanley Cup.
If only I really was her father like my dad thinks.
Chapter Fourteen
EMILY
Emily
It’s early March and I’m already anticipating how things will change if Andrew’s team makes it into the Stanley Cup rounds.
I wonder how long this lovely texting back and forth and phone calls with Andrew every day will continue.
I’m glad we are talking again, and it’s clear he’s trying, but I want to make sure he is sticking around and will be a good father to Alissa before I even consider moving forward with him.
Or telling him.
I’m still taking it a day at a time to see if I can really trust him again.
I also want to dip my toes in the water to see what being with him would be like. Right now, I feel like he thinks money can solve a lot of problems, but what’s more important to me is that he would be around for Alissa and me.
And to make sure he’s actually ready for this type of commitment.
I am happier though with him back in my life.
Even Alissa seems different. Ever since Career Day, she draws him all the time, and looks at it all so contemplatively.
It’s Saturday night, and for once, I have nothing to do.
My parents are out on a date, Dan is closing the store, so it’s just me and my sweet pea at home.
I get close to Ali’s bedroom door and see her playing with dolls alone. There’s a big audience of dolls and teddy bears around the rug, while she performs what looks like an epic fight between two male dolls.
Curious, I watch for a moment. She is saying something, but it’s muttered under her breath, and I can’t hear it.
“Is it a fight?” I cross my arms and keep on watching with interest.
“A hockey match,” she says, and continues as if uninterrupted.
“And who’s winning?” I enter the room and approach her.
“Andrew.” She raises the male doll on her right hand.
“And who’s the other one?” I sit on her bed, behind her.
“My dad.” She says it as if it’s no big deal.
