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Fifty-five
Boundaries. I am respecting boundaries. It is what I tell myself as I pick my phone to call Lydia and have her dismiss the applicants waiting. It is the same thing I say as I tuck Brianna in bed. I smoothen the hair out of her forehead and place a kiss on her cheek. Her head rolls to the side, she blinks sleepily at me.
“Hello,” I murmur, pushing back the urge to crawl in bed with her. “Daddy loves you.”
“Hello,” she whispers in a scratchy voice. Her eyelids droop and her breathing evens out. She is asleep.
Wait. She spoke.
Brianna spoke.
The realisation washes over me, my breath rushes out in shallow puffs. I thread my fingers into my hair and stare at my baby girl in awe. She fucking talked. If I left with El, I would have missed this.
Tears of joy stand in my eyes, I bounce out of her room to mine. Holy fuck. She spoke to me.
After a phone call to the physiotherapist and a
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Mrs Reluctant Billionaire Fifty-nine
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