He woke up the next morning with the tingling sensation of tiny fingers poking at his cheek and nose and the sound of soft giggles filling the room. His brows furrowed as his senses slowly started to wake, and when he finally opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the most innocent and pure ocean-blue eyes staring right into his.
The little girl’s wide smile stretched from cheek to cheek. Her small perfectly arranged teeth showed, her dimples deepened, and her whole face lit up in delight when his eyes finally fluttered open.
“Dada!” she squealed in her tiny, sweet voice—there was no hesitation, no doubt, no question in her voice.
The word pierced right through him. His heart skipped, then twisted and melted all at once. Hunter blinked at her, stunned. He had imagined this moment i
