Meeting A Bad Boy

Chapter 4- Our day.

Edited 05-06-2020.

Thank you for reading guys.

Love,

IBeWhoIBe

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Chapter 4-

Today was Saturday, and as I said before I love Saturdays. It was always a fun Paige & daddy day.

I was lying in bed waiting for Paige to run in and jump on my bed like she always did on Saturday mornings. Usually she woke me up but today I had gotten up early. Since Tuesday I hadn't gotten a whole ton of sleep. Stupid napkin. Which was now hidden in my nightstand, I could not seem to throw it away.
I wanted to, but I couldn't.

I laid there for 10 more minutes before I heard little feet charging towards my room. A second later Paige ran through the doorway, hair flying behind her, and catapulted herself onto my bed.

"Why are you awake daddy? I'm supposed to wake you up." she pouted.

I laughed at her cute little face while she crawled across the bed and got under the covers next to me, snuggling into my side and making me smile. I put my arm around her shoulders "Sorry munchkin, I guess I just woke up early."

She snuggled under my arm even more and sighed "Okay, but next times don't do that."

I chuckled "I'll try my best."

"So, what are we doing today daddy? Except for getting ice cream." She tried to add slyly.

I raised my brow at her with a mock glare "Who said were getting ice cream?"
Her jaw dropped, and her eyes got wide "But we hafta get ice cream."

"Oh, we do?"

She nodded her head adamantly and I couldn't help it, I laughed, and she grinned at me.

"I guess...if we hafta get some." And I rolled my eyes playfully.

She nodded, satisfied with both my answer, and knowing she would always get her way on Saturdays.

"Well we could go to the museum today, and the park, and then get ice cream before coming home. Sound good?"

She nodded "Could we go see mommy today?" I paused in surprise.

I had been telling Paige about Tillie since she was able to talk, and we visited Tillie's grave every holiday. But Paige hadn't started asking more questions about her yet, and she rarely asked to see Tillie's grave except on holidays. In fact, this was the only the second time. The first time she had asked, it had been after a kid on the playground had teased her about having no mommy. I think she had talked to Tillie that day, but I hadn't pried. She was 4, but she was very smart and mostly mature for her age.

I looked over at her and furrowed my brow "Why do you ask sweetie?"

She shrugged "I don't know. Sometimes...I get upset that Owen has a mommy and so I think I need to visit her." I searched her face for a second and sighed. I knew this was hard for her, even though Tillie had never been around.

"Of course, we can. We can go there first. Okay?"

She smiled and nodded "Okay." She crawled out of my bed and ran down the hall to her room.

"Get dressed daddy!" and she slammed her door to get dressed.

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I stopped the car and turned the ignition off. The cemetery always made me a little sad, always made me think what if. I looked at Paige in the rearview mirror before getting out and opening her door to unbuckle her.