"Mommy!" I hear a small voice yell and see my six year old daughter, Meghan, running towards the front door, into my arms. "Hi sweetheart, have you been good for daddy today?" I ask, taking her over to our brown leather couch. She smiles and begins to tell me about the events of her day. "And then daddy read me and Zachy a book. But Zachy's in bed now. Daddy put him down for a nap time." Taking off my jacket, I look at my green-eyed, black-haired daughter and smile. "Is that so? Where is daddy then? Is he still in Zachary's room?" Meghan shakes her head no, then giggles. Eyeing her suspiciously, I smile and say, "Then where could daddy be?" Not responding to me, Meghan giggles some more and sprints away into the other room. Standing up, I turn, only to be greeted by my husband, Zayn, who wraps his arms around my waist and kisses me passionately. "I missed you, dear. You were gone nearly all day." I smile and give him a quick peck on the cheek before heading into the kitchen to make supper. "Am I that irresistible, Zayn Darling?" I say, as he grabs my hand and spins me around. "Extremely" and with that, I am pulled into another loving kiss from my amazing husband. I love my family. I love my job. I love my kids. It's the perfect life. So why do I feel like something's still missing?
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A Promise Beyond Compare
Teen Fiction"It's a pinky promise. It's the best type of promise. You can't break it. Ever. Okay?" Nodding I look at my best friend, I smile and take her pinky finger in mine. " I pinky promise. It's a promise beyond compare. And I'll keep it. I swear." Look i...
