From what i have seen on Instagram , the day I was singing to Ela to her calm her down at the gym , someone recoded it and posted it . And I mean , it's everywhere with so many captions like : 'dad singing his own song to his daughter ' or like a father-daughter bond ' . I don't mind that people are posting the video and giving it different captions , I mind that someone recorded it without asking me .
Although , people seem to like the video , so I'm not going to report it . For now
Ela has been sleeping. And has been sleeping for 7 straight hours . That much be a record for her .
It 2 weeks she will turn 2 months old . It has been so long since Lydia decided to go away with Alex . I promised not to let her into Ela's life. Not because I'm selfish or something. But because she will not feel the way I feel for her . Ela is my life . It's a part of me
I'm laying on my bed , watching to ' Fatgers and daughters '. This film is a masterpiece . I turn my head to see if Ela is awake and I see her looking at the screen with tears in her eyes
I take my phone out and start recording Ela and the TV. She just holds the tears in until the girl's dad funeral , where Ela starts crying
"Ela" I say swiping away the tears from her eyes " And they say that babies don't understand what's happening around then " I say , pressing end on the recording, throwing my phone on the bed and picking up Ela to calm her
I do the 'shh' thing and pat her small back , but she doesn't seem to be camlimg down
" I'm running, I'm searching , and I don't where to start , I'm dying , I love you , push a hole in my heart and I won't stop, stop looking until I hold you in my harms " I sing to her , and she slowly stops crying
It is a song that I wrote when Lydia was still pregnant with Ela , and I didn't know her name , her face , the noice she makes when she cries . And I named the song ' I don't even know your name '
"That's my girl " I say , as soon as she stops crying. Next thing is feeding her and then bathing her , which is doesn't enjoy at all
After giving her , her milk , I undresser and put her into the bath head above from the water and applying water with my hand to her small body
"You see . This is not that bad " I tell her , as I reach for the shampoo. And it is more difficult than it seems , when one hand has to hold her head
When I start washing off the shampoo from Ela , the doorbell starts ringing . It continues ringing , until I fully wash Ela and them wrap her with a towel and going to open the door
I open the door , with Ela in the towel into my hug and water drops from her hair falling in me
"Hello" a woman says as soon as I open the door
"Can I help you ?" I ask her
"I'm from Teen Managize. We have seen your videos on Instagram , the one with your daughter and the other one singing to your daughter " she says , taking out her phone
"And how can I help you with that ?"
"Well we are doing a cover with upcoming artists and since you seem to be one , we were considering you could do a photoshoot with your daughter , and your wife. And an interview of course " she says , waiting for my response
"How gave you my address? And it has been just to videos. You don't know if I will be an artist or not . And I don't have a wife "
"Her mother?" She asks pointing to Ela
"I will say everything to the interview"
"So you re in ?" She asks with a smile
"Can you come back in 3 days ? I will think about it and I will answer you" I say and she nods with a smile , before walking away
I close the door and run to the room to dress up Ela
"You think I'm gonna be an artist?" I ask Ela I wear her , her clothes
"I don't . And I'm not sure about the Teen Managize thing." I tell her , and she just looks at me and laughs
Maybe , I should do it. Maybe not . I don't know
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Lonely father // S.M. ( Completed)
FanfictionHighest rank : #4 in fanfiction 'take good care of her. I couldn't be a good mother for our little girl. Please don't hate me. More specifically don't hate our baby. Give her the love for both of us. Im sure you can. I'm sorry i couldn't be with you...