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Another excerpt from my upcoming book, 'Unfailing Love',
book V in the Waldorf Manor series.
This book can be read as a standalone.
As he studied that familiar trusting, peaceful expression on her down-turned face, Brayden realised how very different love could feel in its various forms; the unrelenting, fatherly love, versus the kind of passionate love he felt for Anabelle. He never knew there was anything besides the deep, steadfast, paternal love he had for his daughter. Until he met Anabelle. The contrast became so clear, so amazing, as he watched Alice’s chest rise and fall rhythmically. To have both kinds of love in his life, made him feel unworthy. Why should a wealthy orphan who lost his family, who was so alone and withdrawn from society, have the opportunity to build something from nothing? What had he done to be good enough to be a father to Alice? Or to meet a woman who took his breath away? He was building a new family line after his was practically erased. Some people would never experience a love like his, or the opportunity to love the way he felt equipped to love both his daughter, and his future wife.
He watched Alice’s hand loosely clutch the edge of her pillow, as she reached the sanctuary of rest. He daren’t kiss her forehead again, being afraid to wake her.
Like most evenings, Brayden went to his study, poured a brandy, and sat for a time of unrestrained, pensive reflection.
He used to only think of Alice and how he might continually protect and guide her. He would make silent promises about providing a childhood far removed from the one she experienced at the hands of a mother who put very conditional affections on her. Brayden always swore to himself that if he was ever fortunate enough to have love in his life, that he wouldn’t dare let it run dry. Now having Annabelle, put concentrated emphasis on the responsibility he felt. He wanted to ensure her and Alice both had everything they needed from him. His daughter was 'twelve' now. She was coming into a personality that had been buried beneath a lot of pain, and lot of brokenness. As Brayden continued to foster trust, love and fair discipline, he continued to watch her blossom. Even as Alice was growing and changing, she was still very much in need of her father, and as he distributed a different, passionate love toward Anabelle, both girls required a love without conditions, without fearing that it would ever disappear. No one wanted to worry that once they experienced love, it would leave, or change, or withdraw. Brayden would see to it that neither Alice or Anabelle worried about that. Love that didn’t fail, meant that it would never stop, never run out, or fall short.
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