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"Answer my question"

"You want to know if I would fix your dyslexia?"

"Yes"

He looks away, pulling his lip piercing into his mouth to play with it "Yes, I would"

A sob fills my chest, and I choke it back "Why?"

"Because…" He stops He looks everywhere but atI want you to be able to read street signs and send text es and read menus I want all that for you"

I s "And I want all that for you"

He glares at s"

"But you can’t hear her laugh You can’t hear her babble words at you You can’t hear her cry" I take his hands in s for you"

He sucks in a breath and holds it "I don’t know"

"I do know I o back"

He stares at limmer in his eye, the one I’d hoped for "Are you sure?" he asks

"I’m positive If you want it"

"I want it," he blurts out Then he grins "I want it"

"Don’t do it for me, because I don’t need it"

He nods "I know you don’t" He looks at our daughter "But she does"

"She doesn’t She’d be fine as things are"

"I need it," he says

"Okay," I say I hold his face in my hands and stare into those blue eyes He holds my heart and soul He has, ever since I met him He alill

"Don’t tell anyone, okay?" he says

I nod "Okay"

"Just us"

"Okay"

He passes an"

He goes and sits on the floor with our daughter, saying over and over, "Da da da da da da" She doesn’t say it back Yet