39\u00a0<\/p>\n
9\u2013I Want My Daughter To Call Me Dad\u00a0<\/p>\n
Graham:\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seeing Baxter in her suite with the couch unmade as if he had gotten too comfortable, I felt the same jealousy I used to feel back when Madeline was friends with me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I remembered how much it annoyed me that others always took up her time.\u00a0<\/p>\n
There were moments when I wanted to ask her, \u2018Why can\u2019t it just be the two of us? Why do you have to spend so much time with others?\u2018\u00a0<\/p>\n
But I never asked, and she never noticed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Now that we are grown, I wonder what would have happened if I had asked her to choose back then.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I shook my head and looked at Baxter, who had asked me a question and was waiting for my response.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYour feelings? What do you mean by your feelings?\u201d Baxter asked in a sharp, almost mocking tone.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBaxter, I\u2019ll talk to her about it. But since you\u2019re so curious, I\u2019ll just tell you\u2014I love Madeline. I\u2019ve always loved her. I\u2019ve always had feelings for her.\u201d 2\u00a0<\/p>\n
Saying it out loud after so long felt like breaking free from a weight that had been holding me down for years.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But the look on my best friend\u2019s face showed that he was just as shocked as I was.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhoa, wait a minute. What do you mean you love her? That\u2019s a big word to throw around,\u201d Baxter said, exactly as I\u2019d expected him to.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He immediately started to argue, and I understood why.\u00a0<\/p>\n
While I had kept my feelings to myself, he had always been an open book.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He was jealous.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBaxter, you don\u2019t need to worry about it. I love her, and I can\u2019t live without her. I\u2019m going to tell her how I feel, and she\u2019s going to understand and respect that. That\u2019s all,\u201d I said firmly, making it clear that no argument would change my mind.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I wasn\u2019t going to back down. I had come this far to tell Madeline how I felt, not to be questioned by Baxter.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re married, remember?\u201d Baxter reminded me of something I didn\u2019t want to discuss.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, that\u2019s my problem, and I\u2019ll deal with it. You don\u2019t need to worry. You\u2019re happy with your life, right? So what\u2019s bothering you? Why are you asking me all these questions?\u201d I snapped, hitting back by pointing out his own situation.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI heard you\u2019ll have a ceremony soon, so focus on that. You\u2019re happy with Yuvonne, and congratulations for that. But I\u2019m not happy with Kaylee, so let me handle my life without you interfering,\u201d I said irritably, moving my hands as I spoke.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s going on? What are you doing here?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The voice came from behind us and we went silent.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The door to the side room opened, and out walked Madeline. Her hair was wet, and it looked like she had just taken a shower.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
30-1 My far to Ch\u00a0<\/p>\n
She wore skinny blue jeans and a purple top.\u00a0<\/p>\n
For a moment, it seemed like she hadn\u2019t come out of the bathroom but out of heaven itself.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It took me a moment to recover from the shock of seeing her and compose myself.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy are you here?\u201d she asked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The hesitation on her face told me she wasn\u2019t expecting me after that call I had made.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cActually\u2026\u201d I started, scratching the back of my neck.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My attention shifted when I noticed the kids\u2018 door open, and Gina woke up in bed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Forgetting everything else, I rushed toward my daughter.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But the moment I stepped into the room, she flinched and moved back.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cUncle Graham?\u201d she asked, her expression confused.\u00a0<\/p>\n
For a moment, my heart broke. She called me uncle. I didn\u2019t want that.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She was my daughter, my blood. I wanted her to know me as her father.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cGina, Uncle Graham came here to check on you. Remember you were sick yesterday? That\u2019s why he\u2019s here,\u201d Madeline explained, stepping in quickly to help calm her down.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her voice was gentle, but I could tell the sickness had frightened Gina.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She had always been social, but now she seemed distant. It worried me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then she suddenly got up, walked toward me, and held out her small hand for a handshake.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The gesture melted my heart.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I knelt down, forcing myself not to cry. She must have been such a beautiful toddler.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I had already missed half of her childhood, and I didn\u2019t want to lose any more of it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHi,\u201d I greeted softly, shaking her tiny hand.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I wanted to kiss it, but since she didn\u2019t know me as her father, I held back.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t want to overwhelm her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLet me check your fever,\u201d I said, using it as an excuse to touch her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I placed my hand on her forehead, then gently pinched her puffy little cheeks.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, it seems like you\u2019re doing better,\u201d I stated with a smile,\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m fine. I just had a little sleep without being fallen asleep,\u201d she mumbled, rolling her eyes at her own confusing words.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her sass made me smile.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay, Gina, why don\u2019t you go freshen up first while I talk to Uncle Graham, okay?\u201d Madeline said, stepping forward and giving her daughter a gentle look.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Gina nodded right away, obedient as always, and walked off toward the bathroom.\u00a0<\/p>\n
2\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
39-1 Want My Daughter To Call Me Dod\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
I watched them and felt proud of Madeline for how well she had raised the kids.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I could hardly believe that the same Madeline who used to be so messy and nerdy had not only given birth but had taken care of her children all on her own.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When I stood up, I noticed her eyes fixed on me steadily, almost searching.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I knew then that she had questions waiting for me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Once Gina went to the bathroom and the others began waking up, Baxter stormed in, pretending he was there to help with the kids.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But I knew what he was really doing, he was eavesdropping.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cUh, are we only going to talk? Don\u2019t you humans welcome a guest with some food?\u201d I joked, trying to avoid Madeline\u2019s sharp gaze and the conversation I knew was coming.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSure, I\u2019ll call the service and ask them to send something up,\u201d she replied, her voice stern.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeline gave me a quick, cold glance before turning to walk back to her room.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That was when I knew I needed to speak with her alone.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I started to step out of the kids\u2018 room, but when Baxter tried to follow, I raised my hand to stop him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBaxter, I\u2019d like to speak with her alone,\u201d I said firmly before following Madeline to her room.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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