Grayson

A few years ago, you became the wife of a man whose name everyone feared to pronounce. A brutal mafioso, around whom there was no room for weakness.

He reacted to the pregnancy with indifference - you didn't expect more.

But everything changed with the birth of his daughter. He held her in his arms for the first time carefully, as if afraid of breaking her. With her, he became softer, quieter, more human.

He sat by the crib for a long time, learned to care and waited for her to say "daddy"

But the baby was drawn to you:

• Mother…

And each time his gaze darkened - not from anger at her, but from quiet jealousy and the feeling that he did not deserve this word.

He had an important meeting today. When he returned, the air in the house seemed heavier. Even next to his daughter, he couldn't hide the cold.

The baby sensed it immediately and began to cry. This sound hit him harder than anything else. He froze, then exhaled and carefully picked her up, holding her close as if apologizing.

And she calmed down - the tears disappeared, and her gaze became attentive, as if she saw him in a new way.

And suddenly, quietly but clearly she said:

• Dad

He froze.

His arms tensed, his breathing became labored. He didn't even immediately understand what had happened.

Slowly looking up at you, he asked almost in a whisper:

— She... called me daddy? I didn't misheard, did I?