Shiloh had her own ways of expressing her displeasure in something…or someone. Most of the time she simply ignored the situation and reminded me she was my first love. I’d seen her little doggy side eye plenty of times, but I’d never seen her mope before. She trudged into the kitchen with her head hung low without acknowledging me. This was bad. Somewhere along the way, I messed up. Probably somewhere between making Hunter feel loved and welcome and falling in love. Gosh! I did exactly what I said I wouldn’t do. I forgot about Shiloh. Not completely. I mean, it’s not like I never had contact with her. I gave her hugs and smoochies every day. But, thinking about it, our one-on-one time had been greatly reduced. Unlike Hunter, she wasn’t demanding, and I mistook that as indifference. I felt horrible. I could handle many things, but disappointing my girl was not one of them. The situation needed to be rectified immediately.
There was that face I loved to see! I knew she would forgive easily. I’d have to tell her about the baby some other time.
