"Well for me of course, since her mother is still alive and everything," she says.
"Oh, got it," I say.
I wasn't expecting that answer but it's a good one, depending on how you see it.
I lift the red wine glass up to my lips and place my other hand on Daisy's thigh, squeezing it for comfort. She glances at me and I nod my head, pretty much telling her to go at it.
"So, I want to learn more about a few things," she says, placing her utensils down on each side of her plate.
"Anything you want darling," he says looking at her.
"I want to first know more about the visits you said you made, I don't remember hearing you ever," she says.
"I tried visiting every two years when I could," he starts saying.
"Sometimes, no one was in, sometimes your mum deliberately didn't answer the door to me after she probably saw me from the peephole. Other times she'll answer after I started yelling and constantly knocking on her door but she wouldn't let me in, saying you weren't there," he says as Daisy places her hand over mine on her thigh, gripping it.
"She then refused to tell me in which university or city you're studying, where you're staying, your phone number and yeah, that's basically what happened," he finishes.
Damn, that's harsh.
"I didn't know about any of this," Daisy whispers.
"I didn't expect you to know. I was aware that she probably wouldn't tell you the truth," he says, taking a sip of his drink.
"What about the presents you said you send me for my birthdays?" She asks next.
"I started sending you gifts when you turned 7. I remember more specifically two of them. A Dior gentle perfume for your 16 birthday and a dress for your 18 birthday. I bought you toys for when you were younger, some jewellery including a gold heart necklace with tiny diamonds for your 14th birthday," he says, making Daisy's eyebrows shoot up as she blinks slowly.
"Oh, thank you," she says with eyebrows furrowed.
"If you don't mind me asking, how long have you two been together?" He asks, turning his gaze to me.
"We've been together for around three months," I say, glancing at Daisy whilst smiling.
"Yeah, but we've known and been friends since September," she says, smiling wide back at me.
"You two look really happy together so, I'm happy for you. I can tell you're a good man for my girl," he says, nodding at me with a smile.
"Thank you, sir, I appreciate it," I say.
"If you don't mind now that we all finish eating, I would like to show Daisy the garden," his fiance says, looking gently at my girl.
She glances at me and I squeeze her hand making her nod her head and stand up. She places a hand on my shoulder and leans close enough to my ear.
"I'll be right back," she says before kissing my cheek.
She leaves with Grace, leaving me alone with her dad that's already looking at me with hands laced on the table.
"Do you love my daughter?" He asks, making me chuckle.
"I very much do," I say, unable to contain my big smile, seeing him nod.
"I know that I don't really have a right to say this thing but, if you do anything to hurt her I will hunt you down," he says, looking at me with a straight face.
"Noted sir," I say.
"Good, even though I know it was unnecessary for me to warn you. The way you look at her, all the small glances and smiles and touches between you two, make me feel at peace for her," he says whilst a smile forms on his face.
"Keep her safe and happy and satisfied, alright? Be there for her through everything, thick and thin something that I didn't do," he says, looking down at the table.
"I will sir, you have nothing to worry about. I always have my eyes on her," I say, glancing outside the big glass door, seeing her walking side by side with Grace on the grass further in their garden.
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