"My queen and my princess." I kissed Stella's forehead, then Elena's lips. "Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas, Daddy!" Stella cheered.
"Merry Christmas," Elena said, smiling.
We sat under the tree, lights painting us, the fire warming the room. Snow began to fall outside, softening the world into white.
"Dad, will we have this every Christmas?" Stella asked from my lap.
"Of course." I kissed her forehead. "Every Christmas."
She tilted her head, thinking. "Next Christmas, can I have a baby brother or sister?"
Elena flushed, and I laughed out loud.
"What's wrong?" Stella asked, puzzled. "The teacher said Santa can make wishes come true."
"That one's up to your mother." I gave Elena a mischievous look.
"Igor!" she glared.
"What?" I feigned innocence. "It's our daughter's wish. We should consider it."
Elena didn't argue. Her cheeks were still pink, and her eyes were smiling.
"So is that a yes?" Stella asked, bouncing.
Elena and I exchanged a look full of hope.
"Maybe," I said. "But it'll take time."
"Okay, I'll write Santa tonight and tell him to hurry!" Stella wiggled to get down.
"It's late," Elena said. "Tomorrow. Bath, then bed, okay?"
"Okay." Stella stopped struggling. "Daddy, tell me a story before I sleep."
"One story," I said. "Then lightsout."
"Deal."
I gave her a bath, put her in pajamas, and told the bedtime story like a pro.
When I described the princess and prince living happily ever after, Stella asked softly, "Dad, will you and Mom stay together forever?"
My chest tightened. "Yes, baby. Dad would never leave you or Mom."
"Good." She closed her eyes contentedly. "I love you, Daddy."
"I love you too, my Stella." I kissed her forehead. "Sweet dreams."
She fell asleep quickly, peaceful under the dim lamp. I stood by her bed a long time, feeling a wash of tenderness and guilt.
If I'd done the right thing five years ago, she wouldn't have grown up without her father. Marco had looked after them, but it should have been my responsibility. I owed them everything.
Thank God I was given a second chance. Everything started again this Christmas night. I had love, a family, and a future worth fighting for.
Chapter Thirty-Two
