TO LOVE AND BE LOVED

PART THREE

When you were working at the daycare you couldn't focus on photography as much as you would have liked to. You often had to stay in for extra hours, wait until the last kid was picked up and then do paperwork, or change the decoration in your room or whatever Clair asked you to do that day. By the time you got home you just wanted to take a bath and fall into bed. You also had to travel 40 minutes to work which took away a lot of time from your day.

Working for Harry helped you immensely with focusing more on your passion. Even on his worse days he got home by six and since your workplace is your home, you don't even have to drive forty minutes to enjoy the comfort of your home, you just walk up the stairs to your room and that's it.

In addition, taking care of Izzy, you still have the chance to work on some editing or snap new pictures. You have time off when she has her classes and when you put her down for her nap. The best thing is that Izzy is quite interested in photography, she gets very interested whenever she sees you bring out one of your cameras and she always lets you take pictures of her, posing and goofing around. The folder on your computer that has her name is growing each day with more and more sweet photos of the little girl that has completely stolen your heart. You've been regularly getting your favorites shots of her printed and you always leave them on Harry's desk so when he gets home he sees them and they make him forget about whatever happened at work that day.

You are getting more and more emails about possible sessions and slowly but surely, your weekends start to fill up with weddings, birthday parties and engagement photoshoots. It seems like you have definitely made the right choice when you took this job. No doubts.

"Can I ask a question, daddy?" Izzy is poking the peas around on her plate as the four of you sit at the dining table at dinner. Ruth has joined you today, because Harry had to make a quick trip to his office in the afternoon and you were out shopping with Trevor today.

"Sure, baby," Harry hums nodding.

"Why don't you eat meat?" she asks seriously, eyeing her own plate that has some chicken on it, while Harry's is only stacked with veggies and potatoes.

"Because I decided that I won't want to."

"Can I decide that too?"

"You're a little too young for that, baby. You need the meat to grow big. When you're older you can think about what kind of things you want to and don't want to eat."

"Okay," she nods without throwing a tantrum about her dad telling her no. You know quite a few kids who would have flipped over it, but not Izzy. Harry might not even realize how good of a job he is doing raising her and teaching her how to be a good human.

"I have another question," she announces, glancing up at Harry.

"Go ahead."

"If you don't eat meat, does that make you an herbivore?"

You can't push down a chuckle, you were not expecting this. Your eyes meet Ruth's over the table, she is enjoying this conversation just as much as you do. It's cute how Izzy put two and two together and made a seemingly logical conclusion.

"We learned about herbivore dinosaurs this week," you inform Harry, who is a little lost about why his daughter just called him an herbivore. Also, you're quite impressed that she remembered the word, though she struggled with it at first, but it seems like it finally stuck.

Harry shakes his head chuckling as he sets his fork down, looking over at Izzy.

"In a way I should be called an herbivore, but that's not what you call people who don't eat meat. I'm a vegetarian."

"Oh, okay," she nods, wrapping up the information in her head as she keeps eating.

You and Ruth clean up after dinner while Harry gives Izzy a bath, a little earlier than usually, because she spilled apple juice on herself, so he decided to just go straight for the bath instead of changing once more before bedtime.