Chapter 92. Daddy

Luna's POV

"Where did you get that word?" I still can't take my wide eyes away from him. She, on the other hand, was already seated, and my reaction seemed insignificant to her, as did what she said. She sat on my lap after regaining her slumber. We were both facing the cabinet, and she was leaning on me. Even though there was no awkwardness for the two of us, no one talked to us. It's almost as though she's too old to act. "Hey, how did you find out about that daddy?   I haven't yet taught you that." I haven't taught her the true meaning of fatherhood because I'm terrified for her.

She didn't talk at first, but I was quickly able to get her to speak.

"It's Uncle Wayne."

That was all she uttered, as if she wanted me to understand what she meant right now. I leaned down to view her and discovered she was plainly gazing at the cabinet, so I knew she was lying real quick. I just sighed since she didn't mean what she claimed.