Page 16 of Fake Wife for Dr. Secret Daddy

“If your concern is about Luna, do not worry. I'll take good care of her like she's my own child.” She says reassuringly, and for some reason, I wish that was actually our reality.

Get it together. I scold myself internally.

“Alright. Thank you.” I let out a sigh, ignoring the pang in my chest that stupidly hoped that somehow, she would be a little more welcoming.

“I'll see you around,” I say and turn on my heel to leave as I get no response from her. I'll be walking on eggshells around her, from now on.

The irony of it is that I feel more like the employee than the boss.

I get back to my room, forgetting my hunger for now, but I can't help but imagine how things would have been if I had not left in the first place.

If I hadn't left her bed early the next morning two years ago before she could wake up, would we be together now?

Maybe I'd have finally opened up to her brother afterward and explained how I felt about his sister.

He’ll probably give me the whooping of my life, which I deserve, but then he'll come around if I can prove to him how much his sister means to me, and then everything would have been perfect.

But it's too late for that now…

Winnie hates me and has no problem showing it to me.

I heave out a sigh, falling on my back on the bed. I place my arms under my head for support.

At least I have Luna now, so it doesn't matter.

Luna has been the best thing to happen to me. I'm so glad I took the decision to foster her and that has been the best decision I've made in my life so far.

I close my eyes and let my mind wander. Luna’s bubbly smile fills my thoughts. The memory of her taking her first step made a smile grace my lips.

Her first word is mama, which isn't surprising, considering that before I got her, she was with a mother who wasn't fit to be her mother.

I frown at the thought of what my baby must have gone through before I came along. It's a good thing those days are over now.

I summarized my beautiful thoughts, smiling again.

Luna and Winnie together…

Why are my thoughts wandering back to Winne? I sigh and sit back up.

I need a strong drink.

This is going to be seriously hard on me with Winnie still in close range.

I get to my feet and head for the cupboard where I hoard a bottle of liquor, for times like this.

I have no use of it unless when necessary, and now feels necessary.

I'm about to uncork the bottle and take a long sip when my phone suddenly rings.

“Does this man ever give up?!” I exclaimed angrily, dropping the bottle on the counter. Without looking at the caller, I pick up my phone.

“Can't you just let me be, father?!” I yelled into the phone.

“Uhm, Ted? It's Austin.”

Shit… I'm screwed.

CHAPTER 6

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