This story follows Alexandra Crane and Derek Jones of "STAR". From MY point of view.
Alexandra, a budding interior designer and the privileged daughter of musician Roland Crane and ex-model Rose Crane, leaves New York with her best friend Star and...
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Next day Father's Day 2017 7:00am
This morning, the sun streamed through the curtains of the hospital room, casting a warm, gentle light on the scene. I was there, sitting in a chair beside Alex's hospital bed, holding our newborn daughter, Destiny, in my arms. The room had that familiar hospital buzz – nurses coming in and out every so often to check on us, machines softly beeping – but it was surprisingly peaceful. I looked down at Destiny, her tiny hand curled around my finger, and I talked to her in plain, heartfelt words.
"Man, I can't believe I'm a dad now. Just a year ago, your mom and I were just figuring things out." I whispered to her, as if we were sharing a secret. Destiny stirred a bit, but she stayed sound asleep. I took a moment to steal a glance at Alex. She was knocked out, obviously exhausted from the birth. She looked peaceful, though, and it made me smile.
"When I found out she was pregnant with you," I continued, "I was scared to death. I had no clue if we were ready for all of this." I lightly ran my thumb over Destiny's tiny hand, her fingers curling around mine. "But now you're here," I said softly, "and from now on, Daddy's gonna protect you and your mama. No one's gonna hurt you. I love you, little princess." I couldn't help but get a bit teary-eyed, and I planted a gentle kiss on Destiny's forehead.
Fatherhood was a whirlwind of emotions, but I was all in, ready for whatever came our way. I snapped a photo of our quiet moment together – her tiny hand holding mine, a silent promise between us. I wrote a simple caption:
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"Hopefully your mom won't get mad at me for posting your pic," I chuckled to Destiny, tapping my phone with a grin.
A big yawn interrupted our little conversation, and Alex turned her head towards us. "I already saw it, and I'm not mad," she said sleepily, her voice filled with warmth. "As long as you don't show her face."
