Lucia; a young and beautiful woman with her whole life ahead of her was shot dead protecting the biggest secret of her life.
Her three year old daughter, Kiara.
The circumstances of her death remain an unsolved case whilst Kiara is left without a...
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Kian pulled away after it had been long enough he feared he may have accidentally suffocated the silent, still toddler in his arms.
A wide grin stretched across his lips when he seen the cutest content smile on his daughters face as she started up at him in complete adoration.
He felt guilty that she seemed to love him so much already whilst he's been completely oblivious for years.
Which reminded him, he doesn't even know how old she is. Or her name.
"What's your name sunshine?" He asks gently, the endearing nickname naturally rolling of his tongue as he felt it was fitting for the still beaming child.
"Rah-ra! Rah-ra Geor-gia Wiley!" She bounces on the balls of her feet excitedly.
Donna, the social worker, chuckles at her oblivious mispronunciation of her name and quickly corrects her.
"Kiara Georgia Wiley, that's right clever girl." She says.
Kian keeps his attention solely on Kiara and his eyes soften considerably more.
Everything about this child is so adorable, Kian thought.
He just wanted to squeeze her chubby cheeks and hold her in his arms forever, preserving her innocence for as long as he can.
Just when Kian thought she couldn't be any more like himself, it's revealed that her mother practically named her after him. Both of their names began with a 'K' and she obviously had his surname too.
It made him think, I made half of that. She's half of me.
And just like that, she became his greatest achievement.
To hell with all of his acting career and oscar awards. The loving, smiling little girl infront of him was the best thing to come crashing into his life.
Kian thought that maybe his parents sent her down from heaven because she really is a tiny, freckled angel.
"How old are you Kiara?" He followed up, testing her pretty name on his tongue and liking the sound of it.
"Em...dis many." She replied, holding up two fingers on one hand and one finger on the other.
Kian mentally cooed at the action before the realisation hit him.
Three years.
He missed out on the first three years of her life.
He'd been messing around with girls, getting drunk in fancy bars and travelling around the world acting. Whilst his baby girl was taking her first steps, growing her first tooth and speaking her first words.
He felt his heart throb painfully in his chest whilst he put all the strength he had into keeping his tears at bay so that he doesn't upset his daughter. Is this what fatherhood is going to be like?
