Carter held Alexa in his arms, her head on his chest, her hand tucked in between the buttons of his shirt. Alexa looked up and tried to kiss him but he pulled away. After a moment, she spoke.
“Do you miss her?”
“All the time.” In those three words, he broke her heart.
“Well, are you still happy with me?” she whispered-asked, as she pulled her head away from the sound of his heartbeat.
“Sometimes, when you don’t remind me of her.”
“What do you mean?”
“She once laid on me like we just were. She told me she loved the touch of my skin and the sound of my heartbeat... How she loved to run her fingers through my hair. She watched me instead of the show I was watching. She told me that she could tell when I was about to laugh because every time, about three seconds before, my eyes would crease and shine, her words not mine.”
“Oh,” Alexa sighed, he was right, she noticed the same things and she commented on them all the time. “Well, tell me how not to remind you.”
Carter laughed. “It’s not that easy Alexa. Everything reminds me. I messed up and she stumbled and found another guy. Someone better than me.”
“No one is better than you Daddy,” she glanced down, playing to his turn-ons, hoping he would stop reminiscing.
