10 years later
“Morning.” I whisper, opening my eyes. Somehow instead of my husband in my bed is laying my 4 year-old daughter with her favorite teddy bear. “Hey, princess” I ask and she jumps on me, wrapping her hands tightly around my neck. “How did you sleep?” I ask, stroking her long brown hair.
“Good” She pulls away with smile.
“Where’s daddy?” I ask again, looking around the room. What time is it?
“Daddy is in the kitchen. He made me promise not to wake you up.” She says and gives me her small white teeth smile. I can’t get enough of her sweet talking. She’s just 4 year-old, but she almost doesn’t do any mistakes when she talks. And her voice is really sweet. My future singer.
“Let’s go and surprise daddy.” I sit up and grab the robe from the end of the bed. I put in on and then look at my smiling baby. God, she looks so happy all the time, I have to admit that her happiness makes me smile every single time. Since that little girl came into our life, I am so happy.
Angela runs into the kitchen but before I finish climbing down the stairs, she is back. “Daddy isn’t there.” She shrugs.
“Maybe he’s working?” I ask and she runs to her dad’s office with a huge smile on her face.
As I reach his workroom, Angela is already sitting on his laps and tells about how we didn’t find him in the kitchen. I can’t help but grin looking at them. Thank God, she has an awesome relationship with her father. She has what I never had and I’m so happy for it.
“Good morning, love” He says as I walk closer and lean over to give him a kiss. Our lips touch for a moment but we pull away quickly because Angela is staring at us. I have to admit: she likes to watch us kissing.
“Morning, baby.” I say back and look at his laptop screen. “What are you doing?” I ask when my eyes catch ‘youtube’.
“It’s a cover of your song. This girl really has something good. Listen.” Adam presses ‘play’ button and a young very pretty girl starts singing. Her voice is so sweet and sounds familiar. Where have I heard it? I look at the title. My eyes widen and my heart skips a beat. ‘Elisabeth Valderrama’. No way. I stop myself from gasping. Oh my God, if she wrote ‘Elisabeth Valderrama’, that means Wilmer got her back.
“Wow” I let out and close my eyes. I missed that girl.
“I told ya” Adam turns to me and grins. “I think her voice sounds this good because she chose good song.” He adds and I nod. Of course, she chose a good song, a song, which I wrote for her father. I continue to stare at the screen as Elisabeth’s sings ‘shouldn’t come back’… Wow… “Oh, and this girl dedicated this song to you, because you saved her life.” Adam’s words make me shiver.
“She’s so pretty.” I whisper.
“Do you know her?” He asks but I shake my head. I can’t tell him that she is the daughter of the man who ruined most of my life.
