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Chapter 19: Disease

Chapter 19: Disease

(Christian's POV)

I've carried Ava a lot of times. When she was born to now that she is 4, we had that kind of bonding that probably no uncle - niece have. But right now, with Mila in my arms, everything feels different. Maybe its my consciousness that probably nagging me saying its my daughter in my arms.

My Daughter.

The thought is still foreign to me, but welcoming in a weird way. Its a feeling that I cannot put in words. But whatever the emotion is, it has mainly to do with happiness with a mixture of surprise.

Everything about Mila surprises me. I am amateur at this but not clueless. Mila is a puzzle, a very complex one indeed. Kids her age fantasize about unicorns and Barbie world. Her? She talks about gender equality. I think back to the balloon incident in the park and it warms me up. She is my daughter and i'm already proud of her.

"This is ah-mazing!" she gasps as she takes in the view of Seattle morning. The sun shines brightly today and its light reflecting on the glass buildings below us, making it seem like someone has decorated the city with diamonds.

I beam at her and she masks my expression. There is no hiding that she likes me already and we haven't even spend quality time together. What is the thing about children loving their parents?

A memory from the past flashes before my eyes. When Grace found me in that whore-house and took me to the hospital.. I didn't even knew she would be my mother then. But I loved her since the moment she found me.

"Wanna check rest of the house?", I ask and she nods her head enthusiastically.

When we get inside, I look around for Anastasia. Where is she?

I show Mila the kitchen and then my room. She gapes when she sees the enormous bed.

"Wow we can all fit here!", she grins.

"Yes we can", I smile back. I put her down and she removes her shoes before getting on the bed.

"You can sleep here, mommy will sleep here and I in middle", she smiles and my brows furrow. Huh?

"You aren't sleeping here. Infact even Anastasia isn't sleeping here", I say and I see her grin falters. Did I say something wrong? "What?", I voice out my concern.

"We are not staying here?", she says.

"No.." and I see tears in her eyes.

Oh My.

Holy Jesus.

Please don't tell me I made my daughter cry!

"Hey!" I stride towards her and pick her up. "Why are you crying, munchkin'?"

"You said we were staying here", tears flow freely now and it feels like someone is stabbing daggers in me.

"You are! Just not in this room"

Seriously though, why would she think that we would all sleep together?

"Then where?", she sniffs.

"Your own room!" but she still looks at me blankly. "C'mon i'll take you" and we exit my room.

I set her room up at the end of the hallway and just adjacent hers is Anastasia's. The bitter part of my mind wanted to set her up in the 'sub room' as she used call it but I don't want to be that harsh to her, not with Mila around at least.

Midway, lets guess who decides to join us?

"Mommy!", Mila calls and immediately struggles in my arms. I put her down, ignoring the small part of me who is sad that Mila abandoned me for her mother.