Rowland…
Clara’s laugh echoed in the room as I tickled her. “Daddy, stop! It tickles, it….it tickles!” My little bundle of joy was beaming at me when I stopped as her chest heaved up and down. She was trying to catch her breath, but she didn’t stop giggling.
Her laughter was contagious because I found myself laughing too. I crouched down before her took away strands of hair from her face and tucked them behind my ear.
Clara was a gift, the only reason I had zero regrets about my relationship with Catherine. Of course, there were times I wished her mum was Rebecca due to how close they were, but that didn’t mean I hated that Catherine was.
“Mirror, mirror, on the wall,” I said, pausing to make a face as her lips slowly spread into a smile. “Who’s the prettiest of them all?”
“I am!”
