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This morning was a little better; not great but better. I rolled my head to side. My neck had a kink from sleeping on the couch. I gave myself a message and put some essential oils on to help.

My dad had off today so I went over to see him before work. I try to see him as much as I can, and I like it best without Jenny. It's not that I don't love Jenny, I do. But sometimes a girl just needs her father, alone.

When I got there he had already made food. The house smelled delicious. My dad made brunch for the two of us. He made bacon, sausage, eggs and toast. It was quite a hearty meal. My dad sometimes forgets I don't eat the same way I did when I was 16 and still growing. I didn't mind though, it made him feel good.

After brunch I helped him clean up and we did the dishes together like we used to.
"Work going okay?" He asked. I nodded.
"Yeah, I've caught up from what I missed for the most part." He nodded his head. I laughed a little.
"What?" He looked at me with a smile. I shook my head in thought.
"Sometimes you are a man of few words Dad."
"Pumpkin, if I talked all the time you'd never come see me." We laughed together.
"I'd come see you, it just wouldn't be nearly as often. Plus the phone calls would stop. We could still text though, you're not very good at that yet." He bumped me playfully with his shoulder.
"Alright, alright. I get it, you're cooler than me."
"What? Never!" He nudged my arm with his.
"Go sit outside and enjoy the weather. I'll bring us out some coffee in a minute." I nodded and did as he asked.

My dad carried two cups of coffee out to the deck with him.
"Thank you." I gently took mine from him. Sitting outside and looking at the pool made me wish Prince William was here. I thought about him a lot, even when I tried not to. My dad rested his hand on the arm of the chair next to me. I stared at the silver band on his finger. It matched Jenny's. "How'd you know you wanted to marry mom?" My dad looked at me.
"That's quiet a question. Are you thinking of that Prince you met?" I didn't look at my dad. I just stared at the silver band.
"How did you know you wanted to marry mom?" I repeated. He sighed.
"I got a feeling."
"A feeling?" I pushed him for more. I know he hates talking about my mom but she's my mom, I deserve to know about her.
"We were partners to read Romeo and Juliet. I thought about if Romeo and Juliet were in modern times, what would he do for her. That's how I felt about her. I wanted to move Heaven and Earth without her asking. I never wanted her to forget me. I wanted for her to remember what it was like before we met but never want to go back there. I wanted her on her worst days the most, because that's when she needed me." I finally looked up at him. His face was soft and almost innocent like.
"That's quiet a feeling." I whispered. He nodded with a grunt of affirmation. His eyes landed on me again.
"I have a feeling you know what I mean." I shook my head.
"No, I don't have a boyfriend." My dad chuckled.
"You don't have to be together to know that it's them you want. That's the weird thing about love." My heart flipped in my chest. Love. I didn't love Prince William, did I? Maybe I do if I'm asking about how you know if you want to marry someone. "He's a very admirable man." I smiled thinking about him.
"That he is, very sweet too."
"So you love him." I nodded slowly. "Did you kiss him?" Now I shook my head. "Did you at least tell him how you feel?" I shook my head again. "Pumpkin, you cant just bottle these feelings up, they'll eventually break the glass and that hurts more than the rejection. The glass will leave you with 'what if'; the rejection will leave you with an answer." I sighed.
"It's different dad. He's a Prince of a small country, he's next in line for the throne. He already thought about abdicating; if I said something and he did abdicate, I could never forgive myself." He sighed.
"Pumpkin," He softly grabbed my hand in his. "I know you're trying to do what's best, but your feelings matter. You matter too. Maybe Baltaver and you both get your happy ending." I smiled weakly at him.
"Thanks dad." I tucked that thought in my pocket for a rainy day. There was no way I was going to say something to Prince William, it was too late. I glanced at the clock on the wall. "I gotta bounce, I'll see you later dad." I kissed his cheek and off I went.

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