What's love, but a second hand emotion?

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𝐎𝐡-𝐨𝐡-𝐨𝐡, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨, 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭?

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝-𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧?

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨, 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭?

𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧?

𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧?

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Buck

When I got the call from Athena about my daughter sitting outside of Eddie Diaz's house, my heart almost flipped backward. My first thought was that Amelia and Chris were going to parent-trap Eddie and me together in a room until we talked but then I listened to the rest of Athena's voicemail more carefully. She mentioned that Amelia ran away from her friend's house and that she didn't feel safe there.

The rest of the voicemail is Athena telling me to come ASAP and read my texts. In Athena's texts, she left more information about Amelia's story and where she found her on Eddie's steps. I still am not quite sure how she walked from her friend's house to Eddie's house with her asthma.

I've made an appointment with the psychiatrist Hen recommended to me for Amelia to see and already got an appointment with my new fire station's therapist on call. I felt like I was making progress until I got this call.

"Daddy! You are here, finally." I see my ten-year-old run out the door as Eddie and Christopher open it after realizing that my car is parked in their driveway.

I needed a minute to sit in my car and just reflect on everything that has happened between Eddie and me since I injured my leg. I still have pain in my leg and trouble walking but its def getting better as time goes by. I hate wearing the cast because it doesn't allow me to drive so I requested an upper leg boot that will help me heal and let me drive.

"I'm here and we need to talk," I say to her sternly but instead of a verbal response, I feel her wrap her small hands around my waist and hug me as tight as she can.

"Can we please stay and have dinner with Eddie and Chris, Dad? Please?" I watch her make puppy eyes at me as Chris and Eddie stand on the steps looking at me with concern.

"Not tonight. We need to talk about what you did today," I hug her back and give her a stern look in the eye.

"But Chris said I could stay over tonight," Amelia pouts at me while dragging me by my hand to Eddie's steps.

"He did?" Eddie looks me in the eye confused and tired.

It's one of the first times that he's looked me in the eye since he confessed to me that he's not ready to date yet. Or maybe he's just scared of hurting Chris' feelings?

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