41. Christian
FORTY-ONE
CHRISTIAN
Last night was the best night of my fucking life.
After cleaning Adelaide up, she snuggled into me like she couldn’t bear being away from me for even a moment.
Anytime she looked my way with her dopey doe look, all I could think about was how much I loved her.
Dawn approached quickly while I thought of her the whole time. She remained the precipice of my fucking consciousness.
I couldn’t sleep.
I couldn’t let go.
I couldn’t fucking do anything but watch her sleep.
She was perfect.
Adelaide was all good emotions rolled into one and she was here with me.
It was fucking unbelievable how easily she picked me when I left her all alone.
Selfless and wholehearted, Adelaide chose me as hers without hesitation.
A dark cloud settled over my thoughts.
I had to tell her today before it was too late.
I didn’t want to lose her.
Carefully, I got off the bed and gathered her dress from the floor—holding her ripped dress out. I did have a problem. At this rate, I’d rip all her dresses.
While the morning sun peeked through the curtains, I grabbed my sewing kit, sat in the armchair near the window and got to work.