by L. P. Maxa
But I was wrong.
Nothing could possibly make me happier than the two girls dancing with me.
Our house in town was old. Built in the early 1900s, it had a legit white picket fence. There were columns and shutters, and wood floors that creaked whether you were walking on them or not. We had a baby swing in the oak tree out front and an SUV in the driveway. Our daughter would not be sneaking out to run wild on the Devil’s Share compound. Although we’d make sure her cousins would be an ever-present fixture in her life.
Ems and I had bought a building on the town square that was going to be our studio: half for her and half for me. She’d teach ballet classes and I’d keep creating content. We weren’t in any hurry though. We were both enjoying our time with our daughter.
Luca was six months old, and all indications were she’d start crawling any day. I loved her so damn much, and I was in love with her mother in a way that consumed me.
My two girls each had half of my heart.
I kissed the top of Emmie’s head while my hand rested on our baby’s back. We’d all been in our bed, and had fallen asleep while watching a movie. But Luca had woken up. She still got a little restless in the middle of the night. Since she’d already spent enough time keeping Ems up when she was pregnant, I made sure I was the one to dance my daughter back to sleep now that she was here.
No, my life had not turned out the way I’d thought it would. It’d turned out better than I could have ever imagined.
I didn’t need to travel to see the world.
Not when I was already holding it in my arms.
PLAY LIST
Harvest Moon by SYML
Let’s Be Still by the Head and the Heart
Home by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros
All My Days by Alexi Murdoch
Better Than Love by Griffin House
I Found by Amber Run
Forever Young by Bob Dylan
Make You Feel My Love by Bob Dylan
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
L.P. lives in Austin, Texas with her husband, daughter, three rescue dogs, and one adopted cat. The first group of chickens met with a sad and unexpected death. They have been replaced. The dwarf goats are a story for another day. And now there are ducks.
Writer, business owner, and office manager, L.P. says she loves to read as much as she loves to write. Reading a good book is her reward after writing one. In her spare time—ha!—she fosters puppies for a rescue organization based in Austin.
Connect with L.P. :
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www.BOROUGHSPUBLISHINGGROUP.com
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