Saving Alyssa. Loree Lough
hugged her tight. Kissed her cheek. Buried his face in the crook of her neck and inhaled the scent of baby shampoo. She deserved better than this. Better than the self-pitying, self-centered coward he’d allowed himself to become.
“I’m okay,” he lied. “Got something in my eye, is all.”
She studied his face and, satisfied with his response, frowned slightly. “I just hate it when that happens. Do you want me to get the eyedrops?”
Standing, he hoisted her onto one hip and carried her back to her room.
“No, that’s okay. But if whatever it is hasn’t worked itself out soon, you can get the eyedrops, okay?”
“Okay,” she said, as he tucked her in. “I like taking care of you.”
Noah pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Sweet dreams,” he said again, heading for the hallway.
She rolled onto her side and hugged her pillow tight as he turned out the light. He stood in the doorway for a moment, watching, listening, wanting nothing more than to be the father she deserved.
“Love you, Daddy,”
He could barely speak. “Love you, too, cupcake.”
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