Jessica didn’t contest it. There was nothing left to say.
Adam called, texted, emailed. I blocked him everywhere.
We began paternity testing days later, but the truth is, I don’t care about the results. Biology doesn’t change her bedtime tears, her fevers, or our kitchen dances. She’s mine.
Last night, Lily climbed into bed with me.
“Daddy?” she whispered.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I don’t want to play that game again.”
I pulled her close.
“Me neither. I’m sorry, my baby. You’ll never have to again.”
She looked up at me with honest, wide eyes.
“Are you still my real daddy?”
I didn’t hesitate.
“I always have been. I always will be.”
She nodded and rested her head on my chest.
That was all she needed.
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