Daddy’s Little Girl

“Pink and I have been split up for a few weeks,” Rez said, after a long silence. “What? Why?” I asked. “Acie. I’m in love with you. I have been for quite a while. Pink saw right through it. She’s not mad at either of us. I’m staying in a hotel for now,” he told me. I was in total shock. Rez is in love with ME? I loved him too, I just hadn’t realized it until that moment. I talked him into moving in with me and the next day he brought all of his things. He also brought enough money to add a huge bathroom to our budding house. I was very proud of my huge tub.

I was so proud of how well Rez treated Angel. It was as if she was his own. He was already an amazing father to his son. I could see him and I having babies in the near future. I still worried about little Angel though.

The years flew by, and soon my little Angel was turning 2 years old. Had it really been that long since I moved here?

Angel had to go to the pediatrician for her 2-year-old shots. I was concerned with her lack of hair. The doctor told me that she would grow hair soon. He does expect her to have some personality disorders like her dad. I will have to bring her in yearly for evaluation and probably eventually treatment for her insanity. Only time will tell how it affects her.

Rez has been dying to get me out on a date, but we just don’t have the money to do so. Finally one evening after dinner, I figure out what the reasons were. While washing the dishes, I felt his arms wrap around me from behind. As I turn to face him, he dropped down on his knees. “Acacia Rose, I have loved you since I met you. I want to be your husband. Will you marry me?” he said. There were tears in my eyes as I nodded yes. I was going to be a wife. I was going to have a wonderful husband. My life could only get better from here.

I was busy planning the wedding, working, and caring for Angel when the nausea and vomiting hit again. I knew what it meant this time. I made a trip to the doctor. I was pregnant again and Rez was thrilled.

Angel was learning to talk and her hair was finally starting to grow. Things were looking up for her after all. I was extremely proud of her development.

I gave birth to another beautiful daughter. I named her Amaranth Jass Flowery. She is absent-minded like me. She is also a virtuoso. We are saving up to buy her a xylophone for her 2nd birthday.

After just a few months, Angel’s hair is finally grown out. She finally looks like a little girl. I was getting tired of people calling her a boy. I’m just glad she has my pink hair.