A Selfish Kind Of Love

A Heart for Daddy

~Michael's POV

"Who could say I'd ever do something like that?" I ask out loud. I sink into the cushion behind me, burying my face in my hands.

"I don't know, but only a sick person would pull some BS like that. You'd never hurt a child.. You'd never hurt anyone!" Rayne says, she was more angry than I was.

I couldn't think of anyone who hated me enough to frame me with the most disgusting act a human can do. "I'd slit my wrists first before I hurt a child. I love children."

During dinner, I couldn't even eat if I tried, my heart was broken. I felt sick and empty.

"Michael please try to eat.. I know you're upset. But please.." Rayne begged.

"Don't do that. I'll eat when I want." I snap. I knew I was wrong for snapping at her, but she had to understand my anger.

She opened her mouth to respond, but decided to quietly finish her food and continued to feed Camille.

"I'm sorry." I express.

"I know." Rayne smiles sympathetically. "It's ok."

I pushed around my food for a few more minutes, attempting to convince Rayne I was trying to eat. But at this point, it was pretty much a front.

Much to Camille's disappointment, Rayne tucked her into bed and read to her for the night. She didn't seem too entertained, Rayne doesn't make the voices like I do. I came in to kiss her a quick kiss goodnight, "I love you 'Millie' girl" I sigh quietly. Finally, I laid my head down to deal with the mess coming my way tomorrow. I closed my eyes, releasing a loud groan before I felt my wife's arms wrap around me.

"I take it you're not angry at me anymore." I mutter.

"You need my support more than anything. You need to know I'm here." She whispered, leaning her head on my shoulder. "We'll get through this together ok?"

I believed her but my mind was so focused on this entire situation, I hadn't even the strength to respond. I simply placed my hand on her arm and leaned closer to her.

***
The moment I opened my eyes, I expected so much chaos, even in my own home. Surprisingly, it was relatively quiet. Rayne had Camille lay quietly, reading her picture book on the floor of my bedroom, while she took her shower.

I watched my baby girl in her own world, muttering unrecognizable words to herself, probably creating her own story in her head. If her imagination is anything like mine, her version is probably better. She doesn't even realize how much she affects me on a day to day basis. Everything I do is for her, even the simple task of getting out of bed.

After observing her a few seconds longer, I managed to push myself forward and out of bed

"Hi daddy" she smiles, before burying her face back into the book.

"Good morning 'Millie'" I grin, stumbling into the bathroom. Rayne's head pops out the side of the shower, giving me a concerning look, "feeling better?" She asked.

"Kinda. Camille gave me a little boost. She's reading right next to my pillow." I chuckle splashing water on my face.

"Sorry, I just needed her to be close by while I showered. I knew a book would keep her busy. You know she's a bookworm like her dad." She teases.

I toss a handful of cold water her direction, laughing as she squealed, ducking behind the curtain. "Always with the jokes!" I exclaim.

"Always!" She responds. She wraps her towel around her, shutting off the water. "Mike.. Mike!" She calls, pulling me out of my drifting thoughts.