Henry lifted his hands up and firmly clasped her head tight. He pressed his forehead against hers and stared deep into her eyes.
"I'm scared too. I understand. But I'm excited as well. I love you. I love you so much it hurts. I thought I loved your mother. I did love your mother. But compared to how I feel about you, that love was meaningless..."
"Yes, but you're my father. You're meant to love me more..."
"No. I love you as a parent loves a child. Of course I do. But I love you far more than that. You're my everything. When your mum died, it taught me a lesson. Time is finite. You only have so much of it. It shouldn't be wasted. If you see something you want, take it."
She looked back at him, her breath mingling with his, her chest pulsing.
"I won't force you into anything." He told
