“Do you have a daughter?”
“As you can see,” I smiled at the obvious question.
“How quickly you’ve consoled yourself after breaking up with me. And most importantly—successfully.”
“Well, I shouldn’t suffer for you my whole life,” I shrugged.
“Let me remind you: you were the one who left me.”
“And who, then, is the lucky father?” he arched one eyebrow.
“You, my dear. Just—I've never admit it to you. You refused me. So you refused her as well.”
“And there’s no father for us,” I said, taking my daughter’s little hand; she was looking at Roman with the same gray eyes as his.
“She’s only Mommy’s princess. Come on, sweetheart, let’s go home.”