Spending time with Alice and Mira, relaxed and teasing each other, is something I never would have imagined. By the time I take them to their car, Mira is sleeping in my arms. Her new plush toys are in Alice’s arms.
“It’s been a long time since I could enjoy myself like this,” I say lightly before glancing at Alice.
“Mira had a good time. I’m glad.”
“How about you?”
As we stand by Alice’s car, she meets my gaze, her own looking troubled. “We have a long way to go, Darian. But I’m willing to meet you halfway for Mira’s sake. You’re a good father. I want that for her.”
“I don’t think just being Mira’s father is going to be enough for me,” I admit. “If you were cold to me all the time, I could understand, but you’re not. I’m not asking you to forgive me. I’m asking you to give me a chanc
