In my head I imagined this a couple of times, we are in a fancy restaurant wearing formal clothes then I'll introduce Edmund to our daughter. Not like this, it's the middle of the night, it's storming outside and Edmund's mood is worse than the weather. Deep inside me I know that even though I'm not ready, it had occurred to me before to introduce the father and daughter to each other that's why I was led by fear. I don't want another rejection. I am afraid not only of the possible pain I will feel but also of the effect it will have on Kendria. Maybe I was selfish. Maybe I was a coward. Maybe I overreacted. But God knows I only want the best for Kendi. Because what if Edmund doesn't want to? What if he doesn't accept it? What if he doubts? Up until now he lives like a bachelor, jumping from one woman to another, is he ready to be a father? "Dada... sleepy..." Ken said in a small voice and yawned. A small smile crept on Edmund’s face. Still carrying Kendria, he stood up not even

Edmund’s POV Love is an endless battle between choices and their consequences. Just one wrong move and you will lose everything. One misunderstanding and it's over. I stared at my phone's screen. I used to be too lazy to touch it, now I'm just grinning like an idiot because of its beautiful wallpaper. My wife and daughter. Right. This is what you call heaven. "So what do you think of our proposal Mr. Moriarty?” I was startled when the person in front of me suddenly spoke. I sat up straight because she was staring at me, noticing that I wasn’t listening. I sipped my wine. A bit unethical but I had no choice but to join her here at a French restaurant inside the hotel. I canceled our meeting last time because I was working from home and if I were to work, I would be too busy to insert the conversation with Mocha into the schedule. Her family's hotel is one of the biggest and we can't deny the fact that they make millions annually but they are not doing well these days. I only s