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"So you don't eat breakfast with her?" Olivia asked.
We divided ourselves into three. Olivia washed the dishes, Chloe wiped the table and any other thing that caught her attention, while I cleaned the mess on the floor.
"I just forget to," I replied.
"How does one simply forget to?" She asked. "I mean you make her breakfast right? There's always room for you to take at least a slice of bread. Kids need to know you'd be comfortable to eat with them."
"How?" I wondered.
"For some odd reason, most of them eat better when they see an adult they trust eating," she explained.
"I would have argued but I'm not an auxiliary nurse who has experience taking care of children," I sighed.
"You're damn right," she said. "Anyway, now that I'm here, you're going to change. For your daughter's sake as well."
"Why are you so fired up about this?" I asked.
"Because…you have no idea the gift you have," she said as she stopped washing the dishes, "Many people pray for that gift but don't get it. Some get it but don't know how to handle it. And there are those who get it, can handle it and try their best to keep it, promising they'll do better if they can get to hold it a little longer… but they still end up losing it."
Something told me she was speaking from experience. An experience that hurt her badly enough that she would probably have been better off not remembering it…but I had reminded her.
I didn't apologize. There were times when apologies were not needed. Just the need to listen instead.
"Anyway," she sighed and continued washing the plates. "You're going to be a good father, with my guidance at least. Until my stay is over."
Those words where one I had heard long ago.
"I'm done," Chloe announced as she made her way to us with a rag in her hand.
"Thank you for your hard work Chloe," Olivia said as she picked her up. "Now let's go give you a bath. Ben do you mind helping me with the rest of the dishes?"
"No problem," I replied.
"Thank you," she smiled and left with Chloe.
Barely two days and she's already a mother. I didn't mind it.
And there are those who get it, can handle it, try their best to keep it, promise that they'll do better if they can get to hold it a little longer… but they still end up losing it.
The words repeated themselves as I pondered a time when those words meant something to me.
It was during the time I was still with Selina.
Selina Sullivan.
Before we got married, she was called Selina Bullock, a name not fitting for a beauty like her. She was the classic romance novel female lead. Country bumpkin, trying to follow her dreams in the big city but a little sidetracked along the way. I met her seven years prior to the current time.
It was a cafe. I wasn't hungry and honestly I didn't know what brought me there. Oh yeah, Ian had asked for a chiffon cake. I came to the cafe because their flyer said they sold all kinds of cake there. So I waltzed in and rang the bell. The place was relatively empty, but at least there were enough customers to call it a busy day.
"Coming, coming," a beautiful voice announced as she made her way to the counter.
She had beautiful brown hair almost the same length as Olivia's. She was a little shorter and her physique was more lean supermodel as opposed to Olivia's thick supermodel form but she was beautiful.
"You okay? Stare at me any longer and I'll blush," she said with a smirk.
If there was any similarity between the two, it was their mischievousness.
