Christian
Crying brings me out of my sleep and I quickly drag my ass out of bed before Katie wakes up Sophie. "Good morning princess." The moment I pick her up and hold her close to my chest while placing a gentle kiss on her head she stops crying and as always it tugs at my heart.
As I do so often I start to wonder who she thinks I am. I mean she's obviously comfortable with me but then she's also comfortable with my brothers and parents still, I can't help but wonder if she thinks more of me. I wonder if she thinks I'm her dad from hearing Sophie and Brody calling me dad. I know she's only 6 months old but still, babies are more intelligent than we give them credit for.
She starts babbling bringing me out of my thoughts and I walk her over to the chair that I have by my window and la
