Mistake.

Chapter 62

ALEXANDRA
JUNE 9TH 2018.

Florida is absolutely positively gorgeous. It's a bit hot, but nonetheless gorgeous. We've not been in Fort Lauderdale for long, but Harry and I are still trying not to have Scarlett exposed to so much heat, as we don't want her gentle skin to get sunburned. We did, however, spend some time in the pool with her, wanting her to interact with a couple of toddlers that were there with their parents as well. Harry was close to losing it when a little boy (no older than four) waddled his way toward him and Scarlett and helped her build different figures with her toy blocks. She had the time of her life, to say the least.

Whilst Harry worked some things out with Harry Lambert and Hélène Pambrun, Scarlett and I walked around the empty arena for a while before it began to fill up with girls and boys who came to see her Daddy.

"Scarlett, can Mummy have your hand, angel?" I cooed, watching over my daughter who was toodling to and from the few seats that were being set up around what would be the pit area of Harry's concert tonight.

Scarlett flashed the cheekiest of grins my way as she shook her head.

"No Mumma!" My one year old absolutely beamed, no sort of meaning to her cry really, just a happy baby girl who loved doing the opposite of what was told to her.

"Scarlett Anne, you're so cheeky, you are!" I laughed, encouraging her to wave at a few of the staff members of the arena who were walking by us placing chairs around the bare floor. My baby girl giggled cutely a she waved her tiny hand at an older man who passed by her and playfully poked her little button nose.

"You've got a gorgeous girl. Reminds me of my own granddaughter. She's a few years older than your girl, though." He grinned, chuckling lightly when Scarlett followed after him.

"Thank you. She just turned one two months ago. How old is your granddaughter, if I may ask?" I smiled, shaking my head playfully when Scarlett turned to look at me happily, rosy cheeks wide in a toothless grin.

The older man, -who I am yet to ask his name- peered down at Scarlett fondly, a small smile dancing on his lips.

"Amelia -my granddaughter- is six; she'll be seven in October. She's quite the handful. My wife and I have been raising her ever since she was a tiny little thing." He voiced softly, to which I nodded in understanding. I felt my heart ache at his words, though I was not about to butt into his life when I didn't really even know him; it was not my place.

"Sounds to me she's more like your daughter then, pardon me to say." I commented, giving the blue eyed man a warm smile.

"You could say that, yeah. She's my entire world, that little girl." He murmured gently, his eyes holding so much fondness and adoration as he spoke about his girl, I found it completely and utterly heartwarming.

"They sort of crawl their way into your heart and pretty much take ownership of it as soon as they come into the world, yeah?" I voiced kindly, jogging after Scarlett when I noticed my girl had managed to toodle to hide behind a few chairs.

"Indeed they do. They're so lovable one doesn't really mind what they do with you, aye?" He chuckled softly, cooing at Scarlett when I finally had her secured in my arms and away from any more potential mischiefs.

"What's your name? I didn't quite get a chance to ask." The brunette inquired curiously, moving toward the rest of the chairs he's yet to finish setting up.

"I'm Alexandra, and my daughter here is Scarlett. What's yours?" I smiled, kissing the crown of my girl's head when she leaned to rest back against my chest.

"Pleasure to meet you both. My name is Christopher." He grinned, momentarily turning his attention to a woman who had called his name.

Whilst he chatted with the dark haired lady, I focused my attention on my small girl who was nuzzling her face against my neck as her little fingers tugged at my sweatshirt. Okay, I've got to get a move on cus my little miss is greedy for food.