Leonardo’s POV.
I asked my daughter a question and she is crying? Her hands are shaking as she tries to talk. Every second she opens her mouth to speak, she closes her eyes and cry more. Her face reminds me of a sad Brie.
I pull my daughter to myself and hug her.
“If it is difficult to say, don’t say it. Daddy doesn’t enjoy seeing his daughter cry.” I tell her and peck her cheeks and she nods as she palms my face as I sit on the bed.
“Daddy, why do you want to marry aunty Bella, mommy?” She asks with a shaky voice and I hold her hands.
“You like aunty Bella, mommy, don’t you?” I ask and she smiles.
“She is nice and she always safe me even if she didn’t know she was.” She says and smile at my phone placed on the bed.
“You love mommy so much. Mommy is your wallpaper?” She says smili
