< harry >
I met her at a friend's house.
Lydia, my girlfriend
It wasn't to long ago. About one month ago.
I'm going to met her daughter (also my daughter) today. All I know is that she's seventeen and her name is Madeleine.
What should I get her? A stuffed bear?.. no that's too childish.
Some earings maybe?
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I'm at a high end jewelry place with expensive products.
But hey, she's my daughter I can spoil her whenever I want.
I go for some diamond earings, not too big but not too small.
There absolutely stunning. The light makes it shine so bright. With sparkles here and there.
I hope she likes these.
Out of all the woman I've dated, I've never dated one with a daughter. I have no experience with handling a teenager. I'm scared at thought of having a teenager. I like babies more.
< Madeleine >
Today is the day I meet my 'father'
I've never met him, but they way my mom talks about him.. I guess you can say he's dreamy,handsome, and rich.
Yes rich with an uppercase r. He's stinkin rich.
I guess I can get a use out of that. I've always dreamed of having luxury brands hanging on my closet. I mean I don't just want to use my father. I would cherish him and obey him (wink)
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We are headed to his place now, his big place.
Wow.
It's big!! (wink again lol)
It's a beach house, I've always dreamed of living in a house near the beach. Waking up with fresh air, and a nice view of the ocean. Mmm
" Okay maddie, we're here" My mom says
"It's so big, and gorgeous" I exclaim. Cause it's true.
We knock on his hardwood door, and there he is.
a tall, green eyed, curly haired man greeted us at his door.
This is him.
my father.
"You must be Madeleine! I'm Harry. Here, I got you something. " Harry exclaimes, then pulls me in for a tight hug.
It's a blue box, with Tiffany & co written on it. And to my surprise, there are beautiful earings, diamond earings. From Tiffany's!
"Oh my god, thank you!!" I exclaim , then giving him a hug.
The hug.
It makes me feel like I'm floating, I feel... safe.
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< Harry >
My daughter, she's beautiful.
My daughter.
She loved her gift which makes me very happy. Noe what else can I spoil her with?
We sit at my table. I sit next to Madeleine, and Lydia is across from me.
Madeleine smells so good, almost like vanilla.
I shouldn't be thinking about this, but I wonder what's under that dress. Her white lacey dress that goes down to her mid thigh.
I never knew I could be interested in a seventeen yearold.
And I'm almost thrirty.
