Page 8 of Kayden: The Past
I held out my hand to shake his hand. “Hello, sir.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Kayden.” He didn’t shake my hand but held his daughter a little closer and looked away from me. Bridget didn’t seem to notice the unfriendly welcome I received, or she was used to such a welcome by her father.
“I’m going to go greet the guests, baby girl. Find your sister, she’s here somewhere.” He kissed her on the top of her head before smiling at me and walking away.
“Well, that didn’t go quite like I’d hoped.”
She walked toward me and wrapped her arms around my waist. “I’m sorry, Kayden. He’s just a little overprotective of me. He’ll warm up to you.”
“Maybe someday, baby,” I said as I grabbed her face, lifting her lips toward mine. I kissed her lips gently, not wanting to get carried away in front of the entire family. They didn’t look like the crowd that enjoyed public displays of affection.
I’d like to say the relationship between her father and me progressed, and a mutual respect formed over the years we dated, but itneverhappened. I would never be good enough for his baby girl. He made it clear I wasn’t the type of person he saw her with in the future, and I didn’t have the ability to give her the financial security she deserved. Money’s great, but love’s more important. Love is the foundation that all else teeters on, the great precipice that can bring you happiness or total torture.
