The Picnic

Zane Orion's POV:

"Daddy! We are late!" Lana screams at me as I go back and forth between the car and the house, trying to make sure I have got everything I need for the picnic. She is just five, but she can throw a tantrum that would have me regretting every single bad decision I have ever made in my life if I forgot some essential.

"We can't be late, princess. It is a picnic. The park will be there anytime we get there." I say as I rush back in to look for one of her tiaras in case she suddenly needs it.

The picnic is a little tradition we engage in. Just the two of us. On Sundays. Just before I hand her over to Daisy for the week. I hate this arrangement, this back and forth at such a young age for Lana, but it works for us. I am ashamed to admit that I enjoy it even. It leaves me time to focus on my work as both a writer and a professor. I am grateful that my toxic marriage with Daisy is dissolved.

But it doesn't remove from the fact that my heart aches for Lana. She is too young