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Ray's pov

I'm so glad Isabelle let Adeya stay with me. When I went to pick up Adeya, Isabelle offered me pancakes, she remembered I don't like syrup on my pancake. That gave me so much hope. One other thing i notice is my baby girl doesn't like syrup either. She looks so much like me, it's scary.
Now she's here and I can't help but stare at her, it feels so surreal
Ade:"papa are you listening to me?"
R:"sorry princess, what did you say?"
Ade:"I said what are we going to do now?"
R:"anything you want. But how about we play a game 20 questions?"
Ade:"I'm in. But I don't know how to play that game. Will you teach me?"
R:"sure. I'll ask you 20 questions and you can ask me 20 questions. We take turns. Do you understand?"
Ade:"yes papa"
R:"do you want to go first?"
Ade:"yes." she puts her small finger on her chin in a thinking stance. This makes me laugh a little.
Ade:"where is your work?"
R:"my work place is in America. America is in another continent. Don't worry you'll get to understand what that is when you're older. But for now, my workplace is in America."
I explain. She looked lost the moment I mentioned continent.
Ade:"okay. I want to go to America papa"
R:"you will, one day."
She nods
R:"my turn... What is your full name and how old are you?"
She laughs so loud, her laugh is so cute it's contagious, I join her.
Ade:"my name is Adeya sunshine Ray-Carter. And I'm 3 years old."
When I hear her full name my eyes widen. I can't believe it, she gave our daughter my name and last name. I didn't even realise a tear escaped my eyes till Adeya stands in front of me with a worried look while she cleans the tear.
Ade:" papa why are you crying? Don't you like my name? We can change it if you want. Don't cry okay?"
R:"no princess I love your name. Its really beautiful. And I don't want to change it, those were happy tears."
Ade:"happy tears? I cry only when I'm sad. So why are you crying when you're happy."
She's genuinely curious, I chuckle.
R:"people cry happy tears when they're extremely happy about something."
She nods in understanding. We ask more questions. She asks me if I've met her gramma carr and grampa and her gramma Mel. I laugh of course my mum has been here and she didn't let me know. As much as I want to be mad, I just can't because I know I deserve it.
We watch movies, eat junk and snacks. I make dinner and we watch some more Disney movies. She asks if she can braid my hair and I agree.
After a fun filled day, she sleeps off. I tuck her in and just sit there and admire her. I feel like I'm staring at myself.
Just then my phone starts ringing, it's Isabelle. I've been waiting for her call all day.
R:"hello Isabelle"
I:"hey Ray. Good evening, can I speak with Adeya?"
R:"she's asleep."
I:"oh yeah of course. Sorry, I was held back in the office I lost track of time. I'll call back in the morning."
R:"can we talk a little?"
I cross my fingers, please say yes. Please say yes.
I:"sure. How're you?"
R:"I'm good. Thank you for letting me spend sometime with Adey, it means a lot to me."
I:"its fine. She needs her dad too."
A comfortable silence settles in for a minute.
R:"I was thinking, maybe we can all go out, Friday evening maybe?"
I:"i won't be available Friday."
R:"oh. Work?"
I:"No. I'm going out on a date"
My heart stops for a minute. Did she just say date?! Wtf!!! With who?
R:"oh, erm have fun then"
I:"yeah I will. Goodnight"
R:"goodnight"

I have been pacing for 30minutes now. Sleep has eluded me. Who is the guy? How does she know him? Is he a colleague? Whoever he is, he is trying to take what's mine and I won't accept that. What can I do? Damn! We're not even back together. It's too late! What can I do to win Isabelle back. In as much as I'm glad I waited for her to contact me, I think I should have taken matters into my hands and she won't be thinking of going on a bloody date with that bloke! I wonder who the fucktard is! I'm so pissed! That's my woman! My isabelle.






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