sky,
My little star, you burn so bright.
I will hide away your pain,
I'll be the sun shining through the rain.
Being your dad means the world to me,
You are my little sweet princess, my little sweet pea.
I continued to hum the melody until her eyes began to drift close. Kissing the top of her head once more, I lifted from the side of the bed and walked toward the door.
“Daddy?” Lyra called.
With one hand holding the door, I looked back at her. “Is everything okay?” The hallway light let me see that her eyes were furrowed and she was hesitating with her next question. “You can talk to me, Lyra.”
“Do you think my wish will come true?” Her voice was hopeful.
I chuckled. “What did you wish for?”
“I want you and Mommy to give me a little brother. Or a sister.”
I tried to maintain a calm expression as I strolled back to the side of her bed, contemplating how I would answer her question. I leaned over and lifted the covers up. “What else did you wish for? Since you had two cakes.”
“I wished for my very own princess room.” Her eyes scanned the bedroom she was in.
I tapped the tip of her nose. “I think that can be arranged. Now close your eyes and go to sleep.”
“I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you more.”
I left Lyra’s room and headed out to the deck, my feet heavy as I forced them to move. I sat on one of the patio chairs and gazed out into the darkness. The moon illuminated the sky and down below I could hear the faint noises of the ocean. My elbows rested on my knees and my head hung low as I tried to calm the chatter inside my head. What would my life be like had I stopped that damn fucking wedding? Now they were planning a second child and I was a part–time father. Would Lyra want to spend time with me when Emilia gave her a sibling to play with?
I felt a hand tap my shoulder and looked behind me. Pop stood there with two beers in his hands. “You look like you need to talk.”
“What gave it away?” I asked and reached for a bottle.
“You should be happy. Your child is healthy and happy,” Pop sat next to me. I watched as he took a swig of his beer.
“I'm thrilled she's here. But I realized I threw everything away. I realized that, in this world, you can't have it all.” I brought the glass bottle to my lips and paused. “Emilia asked me to tell her not to get married, and I drove to the church, but I couldn’t get over my own shit to stop her from marrying him.” I nodded and drew my beer back.
“We all make mistakes in life. It’s how you grow from those mistakes that will change what you can or can’t have in life.”
“Emilia and her husband are planning to grow their family.” I shook my head slowly. “And Lyra just told me she wished for a little brother or sister.” I paused and let reality sink in. “I'm going to be a stranger in my own daughter’s life.”
“Son, these things always have a way of working themselves out. What is today might not be a year from now.”
I nodded as I listened to Pop’s words of wisdom, letting them seep deep into me. What is today might not be a year from now.
I didn’t know then how much would change in a year.
6
O ne year later .
After debating over the past few months exactly where I wanted to purchase it, I finally got my shit together and bought a home. I needed it to be close and accessible to Lyra, but I didn’t want to be in the same neighborhood as Emilia and Jeremy which meant waiting until they bought theirs. Sandra, the interior decorator, had just added her final touch to Lyra’s princess bedroom. I closed the door behind her as we exited the transformed room.
“Thank you for everything.” I pulled the front door open.
“If you need anything else, please don’t hesitate to call.”
Lyra’s fifth birthday was in a few days and I planned to surprise her with the perfect bedroom.
I walked into the kitchen and pulled open my empty fridge. I needed to submit another order to the
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