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Isat on the edge of Everly’s fluffy pink bed, holding her heavy, long, freshly washed curls in my hands so she wouldn’t feel the tangles as I brushed them. Hair time followed bath time—a ritual we did every night.
“Here I go. Wish me good luck,” I said.
She snorted. “Good luck, Daddy.”
With her wet hair all combed, I separated it into three sections, starting the painful process of weaving. “I swear, your hair gets thicker and harder to braid every day.”
“It’s ’posed to be easy. You been doing it foreveeer.”
I laughed at her remark. “Cut your old man some slack, little one. Hair isn’t my specialty.”
Braids were something I still couldn’t grasp. Even though I applied equal tightness to each layer, maintaining a steady pattern, it always came out fucked up.
Crooked. Partially unbound.
But I tried.
I tied the elastic around the bottom and kissed her cheek. “I survived.”
“Barely.”
I shook my head. “I think you’re going to be a comedian when you grow up.”
“No, Daddy. I’m going to be an animal doctor—you know this.” She turned around and faced me, wiggling her body until her back was against the pillows. The moment she was settled, she pointed to her right. “Now, their turn since you won’t be here to kiss them good night.”
The stuffed animals.
All twelve of them, taking up an entire side of her bed, which had to be arranged in a specific order and pecked or she wouldn’t go to sleep.
A task, like her hair, that had become one of my favorite parts of the day.
I reached across her to line them up, making sure they were balanced and upright, just how she liked them. I finished by placing the lion in front of the pack and asked, “How’s it look, boss?”
“The hippo doesn’t go in back. I tell you that every night. She needs to be in the front by the giraffe.”
“Right, right.” I moved the hippo to the side, straightening the pink skirt we’d bought for the animal, and then adjusted the pink tie that hung from the giraffe’s neck. “How’s that?”
“Muuuch better. Now, kiss each one good night.”
“Each one?”
“Daaaddy, they’ll have bad dreams if we don’t kiss them and say I love you.”
“Whatever you say. You’re the boss.” I quickly pecked the animals and stopped when I reached my baby’s forehead, where I left my lips as I said, “Are you going to be a good girl for Hannah when she watches you tonight?”
“Of course, silly.”
The words that came out of this four-year-old’s mouth constantly made me chuckle.
“I’m the silly one?” I tickled her belly. “I think you hold that title, Miss Eve.”
She snorted. “I’m always a good girl, Daddy.”
“You are. Most of the time.” I tucked a loose strand behind her ear. “You know, I’m going to be with Uncle D and Uncle Jenner tonight.”
Dominick and Jenner weren’t just my older brothers and best friends; they were like second fathers to my daughter.
She crossed her arms and pouted. “Tell them I’m mad at them.”
“Mad?” I smiled. “Why?”
“Uncle D promised me pancakes, and I’m waiting. That was, like, foreeever ago.”
“I just made you pancakes yesterday for breakfast.”
“Not your kinda pancakes, Daddy. The kind Uncle D gets me with gobs of chocolate and whip—” She slapped her hand over her mouth. “Oops. I wasn’t ’posed to tell you that part.”
She thought she was hiding the biggest secret, that I couldn’t tell she was hyped up on sugar and covered in chocolate whenever Dominick brought her home.
“I’ll let Uncle D know that you’re extremely disappointed in him and that he owes you big.” I pushed more loose strands off her forehead. “What about Uncle Jenner? What should I tell him?”
She grinned, her eyes widening, licking her bottom lip. “I want him to take me to the house on the giant mountain, so we can eat all the s’mores outside by the big fire.”
“You want to go to his house in Utah, huh?”
Jenner had recently purchased a home in Park City, and it had become one of Everly’s most desired places to visit. Mine too. There was nothing like escaping to the mountains, getting to ski on some fresh powder, and unplugging from our busy life in LA.
“Yes, silly.”
“I see someone has a new favorite word.” I hugged her against my chest. “I’m afraid of the teenage version of you. It’s a good thing I have quite a few years before we get there. I need to prep myself.”
“Daddy, I’m going to be so sassy.”
