Page 12 of Fake Wife for Dr. Secret Daddy

Then bends to kiss Luna on her forehead then leaves.

So much for wanting to spend time with her, I shake my head with a chuckle as I make my way to Luna’s cot.

I know he's avoiding me, but guess what? I really do not care. He can do whatever makes him sleep well at night.

“Luna love,” I say as I get to her cot. A feeling of warmth spreads through me as she coos upon seeing me and raises her hands for me to lift her.

“Yeah, I miss you too,” I murmur, pressing kisses to her cheeks and ears, making her squirm in delight.

I smile down at Luna as she giggles, ensuring I’m still kissing her, “Okay, baby girl, you need a bath.” I say as I squeeze my nose between Luna’s fingers and breathe air into it.

She laughs loudly, clapping her hands and kicking her legs happily.

“Alright. You can play with your ducky while we take a bath.” She nods enthusiastically as I place her on a high table in the nursery and undress her.

I crouched my nose in a funny way as I pulled out her messed-up diaper. She babbled, staring at me as I wrapped it up.

“Yes. Smelly, smelly.” I agree with her babbles, wiping her down clean. Then, I carry her to the bathroom, placing her on my hip as I run her bath.

Her face lights up when the bubbles begin forming in the tub. I let the lukewarm water fill the tub before I placed her in it.

She reaches to grasp the bubbles, smiling widely and waving her fingers around as she splashes the water everywhere, laughing loudly. She looks so adorable.

I bend to her level, put a good amount of her body wash in her really soft sponge, and begin lathering her body.

She gurgles happily and begins trying to reach my curls.

I laugh and lean forward giving her a small tickle under her chin as I start massaging her scalp.

When I finished washing her hair, I took the shower head and gently rinsed her hair and body off, as she kept playing with the bubbles.

Once I have thoroughly rinsed her body and her hair, I wrap her in a towel and sit her on the counter so I can clean her two tiny teeth.

She pouts at me though because she wants more bubbles.

“Next time love.”

We return to her nursery, and I keep her to play with her toys after feeding her.

Luna reminds me so much of what I should have now; she has also been a perfect distraction. Taking care of her has been the therapy I need.

Her free spirit lightens me, and the fog and heavy heart I've always felt feel lifted to a point. The heaviness in my chest is almost lightened.

This has been the best decision I've taken in 15 months. Although not completely healed, I know I'm getting there.

I take my attention back to Luna, who has become too quiet suddenly.

I look over to where she plays with her toys to see her dozing off in a sitting position on the floor, with her bunny in her hands.

I pick her up, and as I'm about to place her in her cot, she stirs, grabbing the collar of my dress, not wanting to let go, even with her eyes closed.

I sigh and hold her in my arms as I begin singing a nursery rhyme, lulling her back to sleep.

After a while of me patting, singing, and slowly pacing around her room with her in my arms, her breathing stabilized.

Not like I am complaining. I love every bit of it, especially the fact that she's such an easy baby to care for.

Ted indeed is one lucky man.

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