This beginning is from my imagine story so if it's familiar to you that's why
"Mommy I have to go potty"
my 3 year old daughter Ellianna tells me
"Okay let's go. Hayden, Rae, Zach watch Jordan and Hunter" i tell my other three
They nod and i take my daughter to go to the bathroom
On your way to the bathroom she gasps and starts running towards a blonde boy
"Ellie get back over here"
"No mommy I see daddy"
"Baby that's not daddy"
"Yes it is"
She continues to run until she hits his knees
"Daddy!" She shouts
"I'm sorry but I don't think I'm your dad" he nicely says
She looks up and immediately turns around and runs towards me
I pick her up and she hides her face in my chest out of embarrassment
"Hey don't be embarrassed"
"I-I thought he was daddy"
"I know"
about a year ago my husband, and all of my kids dad died during war
It was just a normal Tuesday for us, until the police came to our door and told us the news of what happened
Me and all of my kids were heartbroken
Ever since then i haven't really been able to fall in love with anyone else
I'm just too hurt and hung up over him
"Excuse me miss" I look up and the boy from earlier is standing there
"Hi"
"Hi. Um can i talk to your daughter please. I feel bad"
"Sure"
i turn her around and he smiles at her
"Hi honey what's your name"
"Ellianna. I'm sorry I called you daddy I thought you were him"
"It's okay. Do you know where your daddy actually is?"
"H-he died. I don't know why I thought he came back. But you just look so much like him."
"Oh I'm so sorry. What about your mommy"
"She's right here" she points to me and he smiles
"Hi I'm Corbyn nice to meet you"
"Savannah nice to meet you" we shake hands and i feel a small little spark
i wonder if he feels the same
we make eye contact for a little while and it's like time stopped
"mommy?" my daughter says breaking me out of the daze i'm in
"yes honey"
"why are you still shaking his hand"
i look down and realize we are in fact still touching
"oh sorry" i laugh awkwardly
"it's perfectly okay. hey here's my number call me if you ever need a babysitter" he smiles and hands me his number
"oh umm yeah i-i will um have a nice dinner. uh bye"
i leave and bring her to the bathroom
"momma"
"yes"
"do you like that boy"
"baby i just met him"
"so"
"well maybe i do"
for the rest of the night I can't stop thinking about him
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ooooo new story about corbyn now
