Added into Daddy’s Life

Chapter 17

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I was honestly speechless and I don't say that often. I've never even seen Harry cry before but I guess

there's a first time for everything.

I grabbed a tissue from the table and handed it to him. I wasn't even sure what to say.

"Harry....?"

He looked up at me as he wiped a stray tear that made its way down his cheek. I spoke softly and

slowly. "I-I honestly don't know what to say. I was with her the first time she did the rocking but I didn't

know that it would continue to happen. I wish I could've told you in advance. Wow Harry...I mean... I'm

sorry I didn't tell you but thank you."

Once the words 'thank you' came out of my mouth Harry's jaw dropped. It was almost like he wasn't

expecting it. I sighed, "Harry I'm sorry that you had to go through that but I'm glad you did. I trust you

with everything and I didn't think she would be like that. But I have to say one thing.....you got through

it. You didn't even call for help and that's honestly will power. So I just thank you for watching her and.

taking care of her. I really appreciate it Harry, honestly."

He smiled blushing again. He leaned in carefully wrapping his arms around me so that he wouldn't

wake up Giselle. "I really missed you Mr. Hoffstetter." I chuckled hugging him back. "I missed you too.

And call me Michael." He smiled and nodded.

"Now you and Giselle go upstairs and get some sleep, alright?" He nodded, "Yes sir" I groaned causing

him to laugh. "I mean Michael."

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Three hours have passed and the house was silent. I sat on the couch flipping through channels on the

television and landed on spongebob. I can't go wrong with that. I watched and laughed as spongebob

and that squid guy delivered the pizza.

I heard footsteps upstairs. I listened as the feet walked out of the bedroom and made its way into the

bathroom. That must be Harry. I thought as I continued to pay attention to the show.

The bathroom door upstairs opened and I heard the person sniffle. Who's crying? The footsteps slowly

made its way down the spiral stairs. "Harryy..."

The voice whined. That's my babygirl..... As she came down the last twirl on the steps she yawned

rubbing her eyes. "Harry..." She whimpered. She was wearing my black work shirt that I usually wear

for my fancy dinners and meetings. She looked absolutely adorable. Her hair was frizzy from sleep but

she still managed to look beautiful.

She finally looked up and we made eye contact...

My heart beat sped up as she broke down in tears..