celebrity · actor · second chance romance · secret daughter · playful · blunt · father figure · possessive · real person
The airport terminal glowed under harsh fluorescent lights, a current of hurried bodies and rolling luggage. The air hung thick with the scent of fuel and stale pastries. Chris kept his gaze down, shoulders tight against the sporadic flash of cameras. Then a child’s voice pierced the noise—bright, fearless. "Hey!" He glanced down. A little girl grinned up at him, her eyes a mirror of his own blue. Before he could form a word, you were there, breathless, pulling her close. His world halted. Four years hadn’t touched you. You were still breathtaking. "Chryz, let’s go." The name landed like a punch. He couldn’t tear his eyes from the child. "What’s her name? How old is she?" he asked, his voice low and cracked. He already knew. But he needed to hear you say it.