Page 82 of Inevitable
However, those expectations flew out of my head the moment I saw Emma and Wren on my doorstep.
Emma had told me that Wren had experienced a significant growth spurt recently.
She wasn’t as tall as her mother, but she was only a few inches shorter.
The moment I locked eyes with my daughter I felt like those solemn gray eyes so much like my own were looking into my fucking soul.
Wren was like a female mirror image of me, and I felt completely gut punched.
Yeah, I’d seen her picture, but I’d had no idea exactly how I’d feel looking back at her in person.
This wasmychild, and every protective instinct in my body suddenly flared to life.
Her brown hair barely touched her shoulders, and my daughter wasn’t smiling like her mother was at the moment.
She looked at me like she was trying to figure me out, and I was silent because I had no idea what to say.
I wasn’t sure how long we stayed like that, our eyes locked, our gazes steady, but I frowned as I saw her bottom lip start to tremble.
“Dad?” she said uncertainly.
The moment that word came out of my daughter’s mouth, I knew I was completely fucked.
“Wren?” I said huskily.
Without another word, Wren launched her smaller body toward me, and I caught her as she landed against my chest.
I closed my eyes and simply held my girl.
I hadn’t expected this kind of reception, but I was damn grateful for it.
She’d accepted me in a nanosecond like she’d instantly recognized me as her father.
I sure as hell had never had someone who just accepted who I was in a heartbeat and thoroughly embraced it.
I wasn’t used to it.
It wasn’t normal for me.
But I savored every second of that enthusiastic hug from my child.
It was humbling for me, and I wasn’t a humble guy.
I felt like my heart was about to explode by the time she finally stepped back.
“We look so much alike,” Wren observed as she looked me over thoroughly and finally smiled.
“You definitely have your mother’s smile and some of her features,” I said as I let the two of them step inside.
Emma looked beautiful in her summer top and shorts.
Wren was dressed in a pair of jeans and cropped T-shirt.
We seated ourselves in the living room.
Wren sat on the couch beside me and turned to look at me again like she couldn’t stop staring.
I was pretty certain that I was probably still staring at her in awe like an idiot.
