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𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓇𝓉𝓎 | 𝒷ℯℯ𝓃 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓊𝓃𝒹ℯ𝓇 𝒶 𝓇ℴ𝒸𝓀， 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒻ℴℴ𝓁

Sam's POV:
My idea worked... and Anna failed the test. I just had to know - what are her true feelings towards me? What is she looking to gain from this affair, and more importantly, am i able to offer it to her? During the romantic evening out i planned perfectly down to a T, my plan to dig deeper and read between the thick coated lines and find out the redheads intentions, Anna proved what i dreaded the most about our entire goddamn relationship... she wants me. All of me, the good, the bad, and most definitely the ugly. "Momma?" the quiet, sheepish voice of my child drags my mind back into the room after taking a short break, to a destination filled with curious question. "Huh?" "You stopped colouring." after i regain awareness of my surroundings, i'm faced with my redheaded, freckle-infested, pre-adolescent aiming her Jade eyes at me questionably from her seat on the opposite end of the coffee table that sits in the den of our high-end home. "Sorry, Dynomite. I zoned out for a quick second there." my daughter smiles shyly at the nickname mentioned that i've called her since her mere infancy, surly inspired by her cute, flamed, red-spotty face and beautiful keratin-infested blazing hair that shone in the sunlight. We're colouring in a lilac pony in unison during a princess tea party i arranged for her only half an hour ago. I thoroughly enjoy spending time with my daughter, soaking up the time as much as possible before she hits adolescence and gains the personality of a bed-bound teen, whether it be a simple tea party with fake crockery, or an entire vacation spent across the globe. If there's anyone in the world who i can let my guard down with without any unnecessary pressure, it's my special little girl. "Momma, when can we see Anna again?" i cast my chocolate eyes upwards, away from colouring the fictitiously shaded cartoon character spread out below me, halting my fast action of shading in it's long locked tail a depressing dark purple chroma. "You really like her, huh?" her features alter into an appraising look, the rhetorical question having a more than obvious answer to it. "Yeah! Why wouldn't i?! She has cool hair, really pretty eyes, and she's sooooo smart!" i chuckle quietly to myself at Kelsey's clear fondness of my employee to whom i've grown close to myself... the moral thing to do would be to not let her get so attached to a woman my relations with are so complicated to the point of ridicule, but it's nice to fantasise, to imagine what our life would be like, without all the external baggage weighed on. Although, if one things for damn certain, Anna doesn't strike me as the Picket-Fence, housewife type of woman. Anna's ambition has to be my favourite thing about her, amongst other obvious things her persona entails - her will to live, to exceed in everything she does, and most importantly, the passion and drive she possesses that no normal human can gather. "How would you feel if she... i don't know, became a more permanent part of our little family?" when i subconsciously believe that my question has stricken fear in my young child's tiny soul, my daughter's face shape-shifts many times in the seconds she doesn't answer, but her response is eventually a happy one, making all the viable muscles in my body relax in a wave of sudden relief that washes over me like a fresh shower. "I think if anyone can make my momma happy, it's her." i'm only reminded of how smart and mature Kelsey is growing to be from the short sentence, as even i cannot honestly, morally deny that this is true, to all extents. I've never connected with anyone in the sacred, specific way i have to her since the gruesome passing of Ember, and i never could have managed the thought that i would be capable of finding some human being on this godforsaken earth with similar characteristics that i possess. Being unique is both a blessing and a curse, but as i said to Anna months ago when we shared a nightcap in my home office on that electric night, it makes life all the more sweeter when you encounter a kindred flame. "You think she can make a sad and lonely woman like me happy?" "I do, and I think Anna would be lucky to have you. Mom wouldn't have wanted you to be alone... and neither do i. No one will ever replace mom, not even someone as great as Anna. But someone needs to fill that deep hole in your heart that i can't." i lean forward, grinning proudly of my child, and kiss her little cute-as-a-button-nose, her face scrunching up after the sweet parental booping action as a result. "When did you get to be so grown up, huh?" seeing Kelsey grow up into the mature, established young woman i've aimed to raise her to be makes me exceedingly proud as her parent, single-handedly perfecting the difficult job since she was a mere toddler. Becoming a parent to this young, ambitious lady is the choicest thing that has happened to me in my dull, sluggish life, and i wouldn't change her a bit. "When can i say, i get it from my parents." Kelsey states ironically with a rhetorical shrug of her shoulders, and after planting another kiss on her face, we continue our pleasant tea party session, enjoying the complacent company of one another as we let the time fly by, our mother-daughter time preciously used.