Four years later, and I'm taking my child to preschool. "Laura?" I asked, looking at her through the rearview mirror.
"Yeah?"
"Are you going to miss me today?"
I watched her bob her head up and down. "A really lots, mommy. But I'll miss daddy more, he's nicer than you."
I laughed. "That's because daddy makes mommy do the hard stuff. Daddy is a big softie."
Laura giggled. "A big teddy bear," she agreed.
I pulled up outside of her new school, where she'd be spending every day until one o'clock, and then she'd go to Emlyn's house where she worked on her very own magazine company, that, thankfully, skyrocketed. Emlyn was doing so well now, I was surprised she didn't have a boyfriend. When I would ask her why she'd just say that she didn't need a man to make her happy.
"You remember Aunt Emmy is going to be the one picking you up, right?"
"Yep! Can we go in now?"
I laughed. "Yes."
I got out of the car and walked around to the back passenger side, unbuckling Laura. She grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards the entrance of the school.
When we got inside, there was a lady waiting at the front. "Laura Parker," I told her, and she scanned the paper she was holding.
"Ah! She'll be in Ms. Zoe's class, and she's right over there."
"Thank you," I smiled, following the direction of the lady's finger.
I bent down to my daughter's height. "All right, every morning when we walk in here, you'll be going to her," I said, showing Laura who Ms. Zoe was.
"Okay! Can I go say hi?"
I smiled and pulled her into a hug. "You can stay with her. I'll get you from Aunt Emmy's at six, okay? We can get ice cream after supper tonight with daddy if you're good today."
Laura nodded and I smiled, releasing her. "Love you, mommy."
"Love you, baby," I replied, and then she was skipping over to Ms. Zoe and the rest of the class.
I made my way out of the building and into the car, starting the engine before killing it again and just sitting.
Also, I'd be lying if I said I didn't need to cry a little.
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Teen Fiction"You know those super cliche' stories where there's that bad boy who meets the good girl?" I nodded and you went on. "Well, I'm kind of like the bad boy- just dialed down by about forty percent." "Well, you don't seem so bad to me," I replied. Som...
