You and Macy moved into the second bedroom of my apartment. We hardly ever slept, but our daughter was a blessing and she reminded us of that daily. We documented all of her firsts on film: first time sitting up on her own, first solid food, first crawl, first Christmas, first steps, first words, first birthday... You started dating again. After your third or fourth night out, you came home and before I could ask you how it went, you walked up to me, took my face in your hands, and kissed me, a lot, and I kissed you back.
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Short StoryHe's loved her since he met her. Now he's counting the years until she catches up. "So if we knew all along, why did it take so long?" COPYRIGHT © littlewaterfall, 2015, All Rights Reserved #264 in Short Story - 6/3/2015
