Chapter Sixteen

"Becca," I looked up from my notes and found Hannah standing near my desk with a piece of paper in her hand.

"Yes, Hannah," I whispered as the entire classroom was quiet and smiled down at her. She held out the piece of paper to me. I took it from her hands and saw the picture she drew. It was a stick figure of a man, a woman, and a little girl.

"That's my dad, then there is me in the middle and," she pointed to the woman, "that's you." she grinned widely and my heart swell with happiness.

"It's beautiful, baby," I smiled and got up from my chair to kiss her cheeks.

"Dad is so going to love it," she squealed and ran back to her seat while I shook my head with a small smile. She was so cute and innocent. My love for this little kid was increasing day by day and she made me so happy just as much as her dad did. I was really so damn lucky to have them in my life. 

"Okay, class. Remember to get the