Written with Regret (Regret #1)

by Aly Martinez

Reaching into my pocket, I took out the little, black box and slid it her way. “Happy Birthday, Rosalee.” She squealed, diving for the box. “Is it a ferret? Oh, Daddy, please let it be a ferret.” Yeah. She called me Daddy. And yeah. I loved it. The first time she’d babbled dada, I’d known I was in trouble. The first time she’d called me daddy, I’d nearly hit my knees. And the first time she’d said “I love you, Daddy,” I’d frozen, my chest so tight that I thought there was a solid chance I was having a heart attack. Once I’d felt comfortable that I didn’t need to call an ambulance, I’d immediately gone to the bathroom, gotten in the shower, and fought back manly fucking tears in private. Well, until she had come looking for me, thrown the shower curtain back, and asked why she didn’t have a penis. After that, I’d started locking the bathroom door.

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“Look,” she said. “Bottom line. Given our unusual history with each other, a custody battle between the two of us is going to be the gossip story of the decade. I’d like to avoid that as much as possible. I don’t want my past dragged into the present any more than I’m guessing you do. So let me be clear with you. I haven’t filed and have no plans to file for any kind of custody. I’m coming to you as a person. I’m asking you to give me a chance. Let me show you who I am. Let me gain your trust. Get to know me and then and only then, if you feel comfortable, let me get to know my daughter.”

maybe you should have approached him like this BEFORE you showed up at his house. on his daughter's birthday. and started talking to her. without his knowledge!