The Unexpected Love

35. The Wedding Vows

"When they work, long distance relationships are the best sort of beautiful, I think. That a person could wait months, cross miles and oceans, for a few short spectacular moments with the person they love, that's it, you know, that's what we all are searching for."

Holding her outfit for the pre-wedding function in her hands, Abigail spoke, "Daddy doesn't like red colour!"

I smiled and tapped her nose, "Do you like it?"

"A little." She shyingly said, scrunching her nose as I ruffled her hair in adoration.

"Well, then let's get you ready." I kissed her cheek and held out my hand for her.

"Will you be wearing red as well?" Abigail inquired while holding my fingers in a firm grip.

I winked, "Let it be a surprise!"

I scooted down to pick her up and placed her on my bed before helping the little girl with the Indian dress. I hummed along as I unbuttoned her shirt, a habit I had picked up from my mother.

When I was a little kid, she always used to hum a particular tune while she bathed or dressed me. Soon thereafter, I started humming the tune on my own. At the age of 25, I dress myself while humming that same tune whose lyrics even my mother wasn't familiar with; but that was just our thing-a mother-daughter thing.

Suddenly, I heard Abigail giggling.

"What happened?" I asked, confused.

"You're just like my dad." She reciprocated with a grin, "He also sings a song to make me fall asleep."

My eyes widened on instinct. I mean he's only a single parent loaded with tonnes of money sacks, cold eyes but great cooking skills and a drool-worthy physique, must I point out.

And he fucking sings lullabies?!

"Then I'm sure you must be knowing a lullaby or two?" I asked playfully as Abigail grinned in response. 

"Well.." I gingerly pulled down the blingy red blouse from her face and over her bare chest, ending just above her belly button. I tickled her earning a soft laugh and squirming, "will you sing me a lullaby tonight?"

She jumped and shouted, "Yes! And then I'll give you a sweet dreams kiss like you give me." 

I chuckled picking up the other part of her dress from the bed, "And a big tight hug, okay?"

I held the lehenga low enough and motioned her to step into it before I tied the knot and secured it around her small waist. It resembled a long skirt, only it went beyond her ankles and ended at the edges of her tiny feet. I took a step back to look at the little girl as she twirled around to see the lehenga rise and fall and gather around her legs.

"Diana, do I look pretty?" She asked hopefully, innocently. I scooped her into my arms and landed a big sloppy kiss on both of her cheeks.

"Like a true Indian princess." I validated and she giggled. 

"You must get ready, then you can be the queen." She pulled away.

"As you wish, princess. I shall ready myself in a giffy!" I opened the closet  and pulled out the lehenga I had planned for the afternoon. Coincidentally, it was red as well. 

"Stay here, okay." I said walking into the bathroom, deliberately leaving the doors half open to be accessibile to Abigail in case something happens. Though Abigail's rather mature for a 6 year old but that doesn't ever stop me from worrying about her. Should anything happen to her all of our lives would be altered. Until a few months ago, she solely belonged to her father, now she held a piece of my and Sam's heart; she's even grown quite fond of Sebastian as well.