Daisy is the soft-hearted mother of one with a dark past and an ex husband she's running from. She's spent the past six months building a new life for her and her daughter, Hope, trying to blend into the world around them. Her memories are tainted...
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My eyes squinted open, feeling as refreshed as ever, and searched the room around me. I swivelled my head to the right, beaming like the sunlight as my eyes focused on Daisy and Hope. Fast asleep, both cuddled into my chest, they looked so peaceful.
I couldn't believe how lucky I was. My girls. Maybe even a little boy. God, my heart soared at that reminder. We were having a baby. I still couldn't get over that. They were both back, a baby growing inside her, and last night was the best sex of my life. I chuckled silently at the latter, but it really was. Five times. Five times we made love, and we only couldn't make it a sixth because Hope had tiptoed her way into the bedroom with her plush unicorn, crying for a cuddle from 'Nate and mommy'. She actually wanted me to give her a cuddle as well. She wasn't my child, but I considered her as much as one as the one growing inside Daisy. She deserves a father, and I'm willing to be that.
So last night was perfect. Every bit of it.
As I stroked a delicate hand through Daisy's hair, Hope shuffled closer between us. Her tiny hands came up on my chest, squeezing the thin cotton T-shirt I was wearing. It was then I noticed Daisy's head rise slightly. Her hair was perfectly tousled, sexy as ever, from sleep, and her eyes were blinking at the extreme amount of sunlight shining through the room.
"Morning beautiful" I whispered, trying to lean down for a kiss without affecting Hope.
"Morning"
Her voice was groggy with sleep, but she was still sexy as hell. She'd threw a night shirt on last night, it was blue and white striped, and it looked amazing on her. Her boobs were almost spilling out the top, and I know for certain that it moulded to her pretty little ass perfectly. Her body wasn't important, but that didn't mean I didn't ache for it and appreciate it.
"Look at you, Daddy" she teased, her mouth glued to mine in seconds for a sweet, innocent kiss. "I know exactly what I want from you later" she carried on kissing me, trying not to take it further when Hope was lying between us.
Before I could even comprehend what was happening, she broke away and flew off the bed to the bathroom. Her sweet smile flashed back at me as she whipped her head around the door to me, turning into something else as she stared directly at me and Hope.
"What? Do you want me to move her off me?" I wasn't sure what was wrong with her face, I was worried she thought it wasn't good for her to get too attached to me.
"No, silly" she shook her head. "I'm just so lucky. She's so lucky. This baby is so lucky" she held her tummy, and I saw a lone tear drop down her face.
"Hey, shh. Don't cry" I went to lift Hope off my chest, but she walked over to us.
She settled herself beside me. "I'm fine, they're happy tears. And probably because I'm hormonal. But happy tears babe" She cradled my face as she toyed with Hopes hair. "I love you Nathanial"
