If Only In Our Dreams (Christmas Daddies, #3)

by Fae Quin

I could look at him and think that, couldn’t I? In the privacy of my own head. It wasn’t illegal to want to climb him like a tree.

“And I’m not gonna fuck up what you’ve built here. You’re happy. He’s happy. I’m here temporarily. I’m not gonna be the Mento in your Coke bottle.”

that love, real love, has no stipulations.”

I’d often wondered if I’d had a tendency to fall into cliques because of exactly that. A primal thing, searching for a pack by projecting where I’d like to fit because my words dried up and were easily misconstrued.

there was no help I could give that would protect him from toddler-barbs. They were simply too good at sniffing out one’s weaknesses and stabbing right where they were squishiest.

He was as stubborn as a thorn, and I knew one day if he left, I’d feel that ache forever.

Yet he’s letting him become part of his daughters lives? Bad daddin in my opinion.

Accepting that one day you might lose the person that made your heart full, but choosing them anyway.