-[I'll be over in an hour to see you and Marguerite. Can't wait to meet my little girl. – Zaide.]-
I set my phone down, playing the images of today's mischievous plan in my head.
"Antonia," I call. "Remember, if our second visitor arrives, don't forget to let me know ahead of time. My timing should be perfect.”
Antonia nods, understanding the importance of this moment for me.
When Zaide finally arrives, his excitement is palpable, but I can only muster a polite smile. I escort him to the playroom where Marguerite is sitting amidst a sea of toys, her innocent giggles filling the room.
Zaide's breath hitches, and he drops to his knees, tears welling up as he takes in the sight of his daughter for the first time.
"Hi, sweetheart," he chokes out, his voice breaking.
He pulls Marguerite
