“Isn’t it strange? She doesn’t look anything like you, Willa. Does she look like her father?”
Or my personal favorite.
“Maybe it’s better you waited to have a real family, Nolan. Not… this.”
Still, I never predicted her to actually do something. Not like this.
A few months ago, Nolan sho0cked us all with a trip to the Canary Islands. I’m talking about a beachfront resort, all-inclusive, everything planned to the last detail.
“Ava’s never been on a plane,” he said.
“She should remember her first time as something absolutely magical, Willa. She deserves everything good in the world.”
She was thrilled. We all were. Until life did what it does best…
“You two go ahead,” Nolan said, brushing Ava’s hair behind her ear. “Mom and Jolene can help with the flight. I’ll join you if I can.”
Nolan looked gutted. Ava clung to his leg like a baby koala, her tiny fingers curled into his jeans. It took all of us ten minutes and two gummy bears to get her buckled into her booster seat.
“I want Daddy to come with us…” she said.
“I know, baby,” I said.
“I want that too. But Daddy has to work for now. He might amaze us! So, we always have to be ready for him to show up, okay?”
“Daddy said I had to keep it safe,” she said when I asked her about it.
Halfway to the airport, Darlene broke the silence.
“Can you roll the windows down?” she asked.
“It’s a bit stuffy here.”
