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Click here"You still don't get it do you?"
"No, I don't. Whatever it was, I still don't know."
Fi had sat down now, but was still clutching my hand.
"All right, I'll spell it out, in front of Fiona too."
I was a bit puzzled now: I knew I hadn't done anything that Fiona didn't already know about, except the rings. I sat next to the youngster.
"Go on then."
Sophie looked a bit shocked.
"I found the receipt from the jewellers, so I know you had another girlfriend. Buying her an identical ring to me was sick though."
An enormous feeling of relief hit me. I had been stupid, but it was all explainable.
"Yes, I have two girlfriends, and I'm sitting with both of them."
Sophie looked at me with a look of disbelief.
"What! You... You bought rings for me and... and Fiona?"
"Yes." I took the two ring boxes that I still carried from my pocket and placed them on Sophie's magazine. "See."
Tentatively she reached for the boxes.
"You could have changed them."
"I suppose I could have, but I haven't. Go to the shop and ask if you don't believe me."
"But why two rings?"
"Because I want to be part of both of your lives. So, two engagement rings."
"I... I believe you." She bowed her head. "I thought you were tired of me, that my having a daughter was something you couldn't handle."
"How could you think that? Fiona is a great kid, and I love her as if she was mine. I thought you could tell that much."
"What about all that sneaking around? That was when I first began to ..."
Now it was my turn to look down.
"Yes, I can see how that might look, but I had to find your ring size, and Fi's, without giving the game away. Obviously I mucked it up, I'm sorry."
"So am I."
Finally she picked up one of the ring boxes.
"Other one." I said. "On condition that I'm forgiven." She handed the one she had picked to Fiona and then took the second one. She opened it and stared at the ring inside.
"I suppose I can forgive you." She said softly.
Fi finally released my hand and opened the box her mother had passed over.
"It's lovely mommy. Duncan, can I put it on?"
"Let me." I said. I carefully slipped the ring onto her small finger. She held it up to show her mother. I took the ring Sophie was holding and slipped hers on too. "Am I really forgiven?" I asked. Sophie hugged me. "I'll take that as a yes."
Fiona tugged on my arm.
"I know you didn't like to be Uncle Duncan, so does this mean that I can call you daddy instead?"
Sophie and I looked into each others eyes. Imperceptively she nodded.
"If that's what you want Fiona; Yes, I'll be your daddy."
You are very good at writing nice short romantic stories.
George in Omaha