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“Alistair married someone else?”
Nathaniel had just gotten home from work when he heard the news. He froze. “Are you sure? That can’t be right.”
Cordelia sighed. “He told Eva himself. She said she ran into him outside the kindergarten–he was picking up a little girl. The girl
even called him Daddy. And Danny mentioned today that he saw Alistair picking her up a few days ago and telling him not to call him Daddy anymore.”
Nathaniel went quiet for a while, thinking back to how cold Alistair
had been the last time he tried to reach him. That conversation
had been so final it practically sealed any chance of reconciling
with Rebecca.
Eventually, he said, “They’re divorced. If he’s remarried, that’s his
own business.”
Cordelia grew anxious. “How can you say that? If he really has
moved on, what about Rebecca? What about Danny?”
Nathaniel sank onto the couch with a tired sigh. “He was with
Rebecca for six years, and she never really saw what was good
about him. Maybe they just weren’t meant to be.”
Cordelia frowned. “That isn’t fair. Back then, she didn’t see it because she didn’t have anything to compare him to-
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talk some sense into him?”
Nathaniel shook his head. “Is this really on us? It’s between them.
Us pushing for something Rebecca might not even want… it won’t change anything.”
Cordelia fell silent.
He had a point.
They’d been clinging to the hope that Alistair might come back-
but had anyone really asked Rebecca what she wanted?
Would she really choose that other life over her own family?
Cordelia’s heart sank.
As a mother, she never wanted to see her daughter caught in this
mess.
But because she was her mother, she felt compelled to help
Rebecca see Alistair for who he really was–even if it meant being the bad guy.
If Rebecca wouldn’t come around, Cordelia would eventually have
to take a hard stand.
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In the kitchen, a trusted cook recommended by Mabel was busy 2/7
preparing dinner.
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Meanwhile, Alistair was in the living room with Eloise, drawing together.
The soft scratch of pencil on paper filled the room with a soothing, steady sound.
Eloise loved drawing. Whenever she had a spare moment, she’d grab her pencils and start sketching.
Caroline used to work so much that Mabel would keep Eloise company. Now, however, it was Alistair by her side. The person had changed, but Eloise’s smile hadn’t–if anything, she seemed even happier now.
Because now there was a little extra love around.
Eloise started by drawing a little girl with pigtails. “That’s me.”
Then she drew an elegant lady with long, flowing hair. “That’s Mommy.”
Finally, she drew a tall, handsome man. Not that Alistair was bragging, but the kid clearly had talent–each line full of life, even
if a bit childish.
Eloise pointed at the handsome figure and asked, “Daddy, do you know who that is?”
Alistair pretended to think hard. “Is it me? But he looks way too handsome to be me…..”
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Eloise giggled. “You got it! You’re so smart!”
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Alistair played along, dramatically gasping, “You made me look so good–I nearly didn’t recognize myself!”
Eloise shook her head with a smile. “No way, Daddy. You’re a
thousand times–no, a million times–more handsome than that!”
Alistair’s heart swelled, as if someone had poured honey straight
into it.
Being a dad to a daughter was pretty incredible.
Not long before dinner, Caroline came home from work.
Unless there was something major, she rarely stayed late–she
always made sure to be home for her daughter.
And now, with someone else waiting for her too, there was no way
she’d be working overtime.
She changed into comfy clothes and walked over, carrying that
soft, familiar scent. “What are you two drawing?”
Eloise beamed. “Mommy, look!”
Caroline examined the picture for a moment and then smiled
knowingly. “Looks like a family portrait to me.”
A family portrait?
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The words hit Alistair harder than he expected.
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Someone who had always craved a real family… yeah, that phrase
landed deep.
Eloise blinked. “What’s a family portrait?”
Caroline put one arm around her daughter and casually rested the
other across Alistair’s shoulder.
He tensed up for a second, then quickly reminded himself- this wasn’t a big deal. Just an arm. They’d held hands before, for
crying out loud.
He forced himself to relax.
Caroline spoke in that soft, warm voice she reserved for Eloise,
“It’s a picture of you, Mommy, and Daddy–all of us together.
That’s what a family portrait means.”
Eloise’s eyes sparkled. “So… we’re really a family now, right? Like
in the picture?”
Caroline gave a confident nod. “That’s right. The three of us,
always.”
For a split second, Alistair got the feeling Caroline wasn’t just
saying that to make the kid happy. She meant it.
Or maybe I’m just reading too much into things.
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Don’t lose your grip. Don’t let this warmth fool you. No matter how
good it feels, it doesn’t belong to you.
Still, he owed her something.
Because for once in my life, I wasn’t just watching from the sidelines. I was part of it–even if it might only be for now. That’s enough.
Caroline had the picture laminated and framed. She then placed it right in the center of the living room. Every time Alistair passed by, his heart grew a little warmer, as if he was truly part of this family.
That night, Eloise went through her bedtime routine.
She wrapped her arms around Caroline, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Good night, Mommy.”
Eloise was always such a sweet, well–behaved child. After saying good night to Caroline, she turned to Alistair, who was already crouching by her side, waiting, and planted a kiss on his cheek too. “Good night, Daddy.”
Alistair smiled softly. “Good night, sweetheart.”
Wrapped in the love from her parents, Eloise clutched her little brown teddy bear and drifted off to sleep, peaceful and content.
As Caroline headed toward the bedroom, she called back, “Good night, honey.”
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Alistair smiled. “Good night.”
But she didn’t move.
After a brief pause, he added, “Good night… sweetheart.”
And just like that, it didn’t seem as awkward as he had feared.
It was only a word, after all.
Caroline smiled, satisfied, and then walked into the bedroom.
Alistair chuckled quietly to himself.
The longer they spent time together, the more he realized something surprising–Caroline, for all her CEO composure, had just a tiny streak of playfulness.
His eyelids grew heavy as he set his phone down on the
nightstand and let sleep take him over. Just before the realm of dreams swallowed him, one last thought drifted through his mind.
Eloise is asleep now. Is Caroline asleep too?
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