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171 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 1, 2012
“And one of the most important things I hope to teach her is through example,” he said, his voice getting rough. “I hope to show her what love looks like every day. By loving her as a father should love a daughter. And I hope to show her the kind of love that should exist between a husband and wife by loving her mother, every day, as long as we both shall live.”
“EXPLAIN this, or pack up your things and get out.”

“Light is stronger. I used to think that the two of them were different sides of the same coin. That with one, always came the other. That way of thinking … it helped me reason out what had happened when I was kid. It helped me find a way to believe that by behaving a certain way, I could control things. And now I’ve realized two things, the first being that I can’t control everything. And the second is that light casts out darkness.
When you shine it bright, it fills every corner, and it eradicates anything dark. There is nowhere for it to hide. That’s what you’ve done for me. You shone a light on my soul, and now I’m filled with it. With your love.”
But now the baby was crying. Deep sobs. A sound so sad, so pitiful. And so full of helplessness that it called to him, resonated in him.
He walked into the nursery, an image in his mind of a small boy on the floor, crying endless tears, with no one there to comfort him. Crying for a mother who would never return. He approached Ana’s crib, his heart pounding in his head.
He swallowed and looked down at her. “Why are you crying,principesa?”
She looked at him, her owlish eyes wide and furious, and continued bawling.
He reached out to her slowly, placing his hand flat on her round tummy. She quieted and wiggled beneath his palm, her expression morphing to one of curiosity.
And she pushed. She leaned in, flicking her tongue over the head of his erection. Tasting him, testing him. So good. So perfect.
She dipped her head, taking him inside of her mouth, her lips sliding over his length. He pushed his fingers deeper into her hair, her curls falling out of the pins and cascading over her shoulders.
“Dio, Paige.”
Her name on his lips was fuel for the fire. She continued to explore him with her mouth, her tongue, pushing him higher, harder. Pushing herself right along with him. She could feel him shaking, the muscles in his thighs, his hands in her hair unsteady.
“Enough,” he said, his tone pleading. “I can’t hold back.”
“And one of the most important things I hope to teach her, is through example,” he said, his voice getting rough. “I hope to show her what love looks like, every day. By loving her as a father should love a daughter. And I hope to show her the kind of love that should exist between a husband and wife, by loving her mother, every day, as long as we both shall live.”
