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MidReal Story
Texas Twang to Portuguese Love
Anonymous
2d ago
Scenario:Alex Lewis is a single dad with a 5 year old daughter named Monica then Alex meet's the most beautiful woman her name is Fabio she was born in Portugal but lived in the UK for 19 years and Fabio has brown eyes and wavy dark hair Alex is from Texas and he really has a country twang and few months of dating Fabio is pregnant with Alex's baby feeling the first kicks of the baby
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Monica Lewis
Alex's 5yearold daughter from a previous relationship, daughter of Alex and stepdaughter of Fabio, curious and energetic.
Fabio
Alex's girlfriend and expecting mother, in a relationship with Alex, darkhaired with brown eyes, caring and adventurous.
Alex Lewis
single dad, in a relationship with Fabio, rugged with a country twang, protective and loving.
I'm an asshole.
That's the first thing you need to know about me.
I'm also a single dad with a five-year-old at home and a country twang that's hard to shake.
I've spent most of my life in Texas and I still consider myself a true Texan at heart, even though I moved to England—Manchester, to be exact—a year ago.
That's also something you should know.
I'm not afraid of hard work and I didn't let the fact that I knew zero people over here stop me.
My little girl, Monica, and I, we made the move together.
They say single dads are hot.
I don't know who "they" are or if that's true, but what I do know is that it's been hard as hell to find a woman who'll put up with my shit since we moved here.
I sit at my desk, surrounded by paperwork, my focus shifting to work.
The fluorescent lights above hummed, casting an artificial glow on the scattered documents and empty coffee cups.
Monica plays quietly in the corner, her tiny hands moving swiftly as she colors outside the lines of her princess-themed coloring book.
I glance at the clock, realizing I've been neglecting my dating life since Fabio and I parted ways.
The clock's ticking hands seemed to mock me, a constant reminder of the months that had passed since I last held Fabio's hand or gazed into her brown eyes.
I pick up the phone, tempted to call her, but instead, I dial a client, discussing a new project.
The phone's keypad beeped as I punched in the numbers, my mind already switching to business mode.
"Hey, Alex, how's it going?" my client's voice echoed through the receiver.
"Not bad, just trying to get some work done," I replied, attempting to sound more enthusiastic than I felt.
Monica asks about Fabio, her small voice piercing through my conversation.
"Daddy, when can we see Fabio again?" she asked, her big brown eyes looking up at me with a mixture of curiosity and concern.
I explain that I need to work more now, trying to sugarcoat the truth without lying to her.
"Honey, Daddy needs to focus on his job right now, okay? We'll see Fabio soon," I said, forcing a reassuring smile.
She nods, understanding, and returns to her drawing, her tiny shoulders sagging slightly.
I turn back to my computer, typing an email with a sense of determination.
My fingers flew across the keyboard as I poured my energy into the project, trying to distract myself from the ache in my chest.
Monica's voice breaks the silence again, "Daddy, do you miss Fabio?"
I pause, my fingers hovering over the keys, and admit softly, "Yeah, sweetheart, I do."
She looks up with a wisdom beyond her years, "Then why don't you call her and tell her?"