Daddy S.M III

| Chance |

"Mom!"

Isabella screams from her room, I quickly drop my dishes. Rushing upstairs to her room, I open her door. She's sitting at her desk on twitter, I sigh in relief.

"What's the matter?"

She motions me to come over, which I do, pointing at her screen.

"Is this about Dad?"

Her timeline was filled with Shawn's fandom talking about his recent tweet.

I'm gonna make things right.

Relating to our divorce. I widen my eyes, scrolling down the tweets.

This is about Edwina!

omG EDWINA

IVE MISSED YOU BOTH

lol whose edwina

whats happening??

My mind is in a blur seeing them react this way.

"Isabella, you're father is a client of mine."

Her eyes has hope in them.

"But I'm sorry, baby. I can't work with him."

I kiss her forehead, as her face drops. I start walking away, as she tugs on my shirt.

"What are you planning on doing?"

"Quit."

I say simply, she has shock written all over her face.

"You can't do that!"

I laugh lightly.

"Honey, that isn't your call to make. And I can."

She shakes her head, I see her eyes become glossy.

"Oh, Isabella."

I feel my heart ache, she missed us together as a family. She missed Shawn being able to take her out everyday, and seeing us communicate to each other. I embrace her as she sobs quietly in my chest, I look at her, her lip pouting.

"Baby, don't cry."

I wipe her tear away.

"Why can't I? You don't love him anymore, but he still loves you!"

She whines, I widen my eyes.

"How do you know he still loves me?"

She sniffles.

"Every time I spend time with him, he always seems to talk about you. How you acted in high school, stories of you guys being love birds. And the incredible love he has deep in his heart,"

My own eyes feel slightly damp, she holds onto my hand.

"For you, Mom. He loves you. And every day he apologizes for hurting you."

I feel a struck of sadness. He always was the sweetheart. I take a deep breath, sitting on Isabella's bed. A few minutes of silence pass.

"I never said I stopped loving him."

I mutter, she turns her chair around. Her long hair whipping around.

"WHAT?"

I keep a straight face, confessing again.

"Like I said, I never said I stopped loving him."

She starts smiling slowly.

"Does that mean you'll stay at your job?"