Chapter 10 An Incredible Day With My Daughter

Seeing Mark Harris dressed up like that gave me the impression that I was already tied to a man I knew absolutely nothing about but who was very clear about what he wanted, even though we were simply united by a marriage contract. But I tried not to think about that. All I wanted now was to be with my daughter, play with her, get to know her and let her know me. When she was born, they didn't even let me see her, taking her away immediately after the midwife who assisted me in childbirth, on my parents' orders. When we entered the room where my daughter was, I could see how Mark had a half smile on his beautiful lips as he looked at his daughter, then I noticed the stuffed animals on the carpet where my little one was, unable to take my eyes off them, feeling tears fall down my cheeks. "Cintia, sweetheart, do you remember Sofia?" Mark asked his daughter. But the little girl was busy with her stuffed animals. "Aren't you going to say anything to her? She's here to play with you," her father said. The little girl lifted her face, stood up, and ran with her short legs to where her father was, wrapping her arms around his neck when Mark picked her up. The little girl hid her face in her father's neck, as if she felt embarrassed. "Cintia, yesterday you liked Sofia," Mark said. "Yes, she's very pretty and nice, daddy," the little girl said to her father. "Cintia, my love, do you want to play with me? I've come to see you and play with you. You know you're very pretty, did you know that?" I said, trying to establish a small connection with my little girl. "Do you want to play with me here?" the little girl asked me, pointing to the carpet with her finger. "Of course, sweetheart. What do you want to play?" I asked. "Let's change my teddy bears, they're hungry," she said. The little Cintia raised her small arms, encouraging me to pick her up from her father's arms, both of us sitting on the large carpet where she had all her toys. Cintia started to smile and gave me some of her dolls, as well as the small cups and diapers she had, making me feel excited to see that sweet and tender girl absorbed in her toys, offering some of them to me, making me feel that even though I gave her up for adoption when she was born, I wanted and felt that she should be in my daughter's life, as I began to see her as what she was, absolutely mine. I looked at Harris, seeing in his eyes how in love he was with his little daughter, he approached where I was, gently lifting my chin to make me look at him, giving me a small kiss on my lips. I stood up from the carpet surprised by Harris' gesture, then feeling his hands on my waist and then on my arms, pressing my body against his chest, giving me several sweet kisses on my lips, something I couldn't refuse because the warmth I felt from Harris told me that this man had a lot of love to give. Harris continued kissing my lips with warm affection and understanding, although the intensity of our kisses gradually increased, suddenly pulling away from his body, feeling my cheeks burning with embarrassment at what had just happened. "Teddy is hungry, will you help me feed him?" Cintia asked, making her father and me laugh. "Sweetheart, do you want us to show Sofia your bedroom?" Harris asked her. Cintia nodded to say yes, she got up from the carpet, took her father's hand to guide Harris and me. We left that comfortable living room to one of the closed doors in the hallway. Mark opened that door, exciting me when we entered and I saw it. There were several photos of my daughter and doodles she had made hanging on the wall, dolls on her bed, on shelves and armchairs, furniture too modern for such a young girl, stars and lights that Harris told me shone on the ceiling at night with the lights off, shelves full of children's books, and all kinds of accessories for such a young girl like little Cintia. Suddenly and unexpectedly, Cintia let go of Mark's hand and ran down the hallway into a bedroom I hadn't seen yet. Mark and I ran after the little girl, entering that bedroom and noticing how she was trying to climb onto the bed, making me smile even more to see the great effort she was making, until her father picked her up and placed her on that immense bed. "Here's my daddy, Tosia," she said, making me blush. Cintia stood up on the bed to jump, but her father immediately picked her up, seeing the little girl's face pouting in annoyance. "Cintia, you can't do that, you could fall to the floor and hurt yourself, my love," Mark said, with a sweet voice. Mark put the little girl on the floor, watching as she picked up a photo from one of the bedside tables, showing it to me. I sat with the little girl on the bed, took the photo and saw a smiling Mark Harris holding a beautiful baby in his arms. " Is this you? " I asked, pointing to that baby with my finger, while the little one with her finger in her mouth told me yes with her precious little head, which gave me a feeling that I thought I would never have as I caressed one of her cheeks, giving her a gentle kiss afterwards. That day was really special for me, I was with my true daughter, Mark Harris, an incredibly attractive man, kissed me and hugged me as if we were truly a couple, I saw incredible photos of my little one and that delicious and incredible day was not over yet.