‘You sound like a daddy.’ I go completely still. Tears well in my eyes instantly. Like, immediately. I brush my thumb over her knuckles. ‘Do I?’ I manage. Her smile is shy. ‘Yeah.’ ‘Do you think I’d make a good daddy?’ I press. This might just be the highest-stakes conversation I’ve ever had in my life. She cocks her head. ‘Yes. A lovely daddy.’ Okay, this next question is seriously fucking out of order, but there’s no sign of Marlowe, and I may as well ask it. ‘Do you think one day you could imagine me being your daddy?’ I ask, my voice thick with emotion. Her pale little face lights up, and
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