CHLOE’S POV
"You have a daughter?" I repeated, surprised by his words.
Alex smiled softly, then pulled out his phone. “Yeah. Her name’s Vivian. But everyone calls her Viv.”
He turned the screen toward me, and I leaned in slightly to see. His lock screen showed a photo of a grinning little girl with a head full of wild, curly hair. She had deep dimples on her cheeks and eyes like they were always seconds away from a beautiful giggle.
“She’s beautiful,” I said, smiling without even meaning to do so.
“She’s got a spark,” he replied proudly. “Keeps me on my toes every time I catch a glimpse of it.”
I looked back up at him. “I hope I’m not prying. I just didn’t expect..” I gestured vaguely, trying not to sound awkward. “All of this. Now, a daughter. Seeing the great Alex Blackwood having
