Page 96 of The Rules of Dating

She turned to her daughter. “Say thank you, Elena.”

“Thank you!” The sniffling girl grinned, her cheeks still wet with tears.

Saylor waved goodbye, and the girl waved back.

After they left, we got back in line to get Saylor a cupcake. I kept thinking about how sweet she was to insist on giving the girl not half, but her entire cookie. Saylor’s generosity was a testament to her kind spirit, and certainly a result of having a father who raised her right because he set his own good example. Colby, too, was the kind of man who would give the shirt off his back to a stranger. He’d also go to the ends of the Earth for the people he loved.

We got to the front of the line again, and I ordered Saylor’s new treat.

Saylor took a giant bite of the cupcake and got pink frosting all over her nose. I couldn’t get enough of her cuteness.

I knew my attachment to Saylor was in direct correlation to my falling in love with her father. After all, Saylor was an extension of Colby. I truly cared for them both.

And then my handsome man appeared, wheeling a cart filled to the top. So much for coming to grab a few things. “There you are.” He grinned. “I thought I’d lost you.”

“Never.” I winked.

He kissed me on the cheek and looked down at my cart. “Some nice healthy choices there.”

“Well, my boyfriend is due to make me some spinach brownies so I can eat better.” I wrapped my arm around his waist. “Wait until I tell you what your little sweetie pie did.”

I recounted the cookie story for Colby as we walked to the checkout line. He was very proud of his daughter.

We returned to Colby’s apartment and hung out together until dinnertime. Even though we ended up enjoying the fajitas he prepared, the mood had definitely darkened. My feeling from earlier that reality was seeping in felt stronger than ever. Colby, in particular, looked lost in thought as we finished our meal.

I offered to give Saylor a bath while he cleaned up.

When Saylor went to her room afterward to play for a bit before bedtime, I found Colby in the kitchen and wrapped my arms around him from the back. “Talk to me. I can tell you’re drowning in your head tonight.”

He leaned both of his arms against the counter and exhaled. After a few seconds of silence, he finally turned to look at me.

“What if she gets deported and can somehow take Saylor out of the country with her? I’d die, Billie.”

“That’s not gonna happen,” I assured him, though I’d found myself worrying about the same thing lately. There were many possible catastrophic scenarios.

“How do you know that’s not gonna happen?” he asked.

“Okay, I don’t. I don’t really know anything. But I will pray that doesn’t ever happen. And I have faith that good will prevail in the end.”

Colby stared off. “I had a nightmare about it last night. I woke up in the middle of the night sweating. You were asleep. I was glad you didn’t see me like that. But I guess you’re seeing me freaking out about it now anyway.”

I wrapped my hands around his face. “You have every right to freak out, and don’t ever feel like you have to hide anything from me. I’ll take the good, the bad, and the ugly.”

Saylor ran into the room, interrupting our conversation.

“Billie, can we have a story before bed?”

I looked at the clock. Her bedtime was 8:30, and neither of us had realized it was 9 PM already.

“Of course,” I said.

“No book!” she insisted.

“No book again? I’m not that creative, Saylor.”

“No book!” She giggled.

“Okay, no book.” I lifted her up and tickled her. “Let’s go.”