Leah's POV cont.
"Mommy. Mommy? Wake up, Mommy."
I opened my eyes to Sorcha, her face mere inches from my own. Her big blue eyes sparkling, Her golden brown hair a mass of curls falling onto her sweet little face. God, but I loved this child.
"Good morning, Sorcha. Did you have a good sleep?" I pulled her down beside me, tucking her in to snuggle for a few minutes.
"Yes, Mommy. I sleeped good. Mommy, I dweamed Zachawy was my Daddy. Can he be my Daddy?" Her earnest little face was turned up to me, hope radiating from every pore of her little body.
Wow! That is not what I expected to hear from my almost three-year-old's mouth first thing in the morning. How do I answer without breaking her heart?
"Sweetie, we just met Zachary yesterday. It's far too soon to even think about something
