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CHAPTER 1
"Ok Bee, time to get up." Martin called from the kitchen. Hearing no response, he sighed, put down the spatula, and walked to the bedroom door and knocked.
"Bee?" He asked, opening the door. He smiled when he heard grumbling from under the covers.
"Come on, you'll be late for your class." He said smiling.
"5 more minutes." Was the only response he got.
"No honey, I'm getting breakfast ready. Let's go. You shower while it's cooking." Martin replied flicking on the light then turning to walk back to the kitchen leaving the bedroom door open.
Martin smiled and chuckled to himself as he heard muttering from the hallway and the shower turning on. Life was surprisingly good since he'd been shot. His daughter, Amber, who he affectionately called Bee, moved in with him. He knew it was because she worried about him, but she assured him she was just there for the free room and board while she was at NYU. Like it or not, Amber was a huge help. Now that things were back to normal, Martin could start being a "dad".
Amber was born while Martin was still in high school. He was 16 when she was born. His parents didn't take the news well, but once the saw her, how they stay mad? Amber's mother didn't want anything to do with her, so Martin's parents took her in. Martin continued on with his life, and only saw Amber on holidays. Once she came to live with him, it was like they never missed a day. He loved the way things were. He couldn't imagine life without Amber. He still hadn't worked up the courage to tell anyone at work. Especially Sam, oh God, Sam. He missed her….a lot…
"Dreaming about Samantha again?" A voice behind him said.
"Oh, you're funny." He replied.
"I try." Amber smiled.
"Here is your breakfast." He said setting their plates on the table.
"Thanks dad." She replied. "So, were you dreaming about her?"
"Who?" he asked, playing dumb.
"Ha, nice try. You know, you should just talk to her. Apologize, drop to your knees, beg for forgiveness, tell her you are going out of your mind, and you need her back in your life." She said simply.
"And what about my dignity?" Martin scoffed.
"You love her, isn't that all that matters?"
"Ok, I think it's about time to go, we can't be late." Martin said getting up from the table.
"Awww, you loooooooove her." Amber said in a sing-song voice.
"Come on, get going." Martin smiled. He knew Amber was aware of his feelings for Sam. After all, she was 17, and Martin had told her about the relationship. Only Amber could get away with teasing like that. Martin couldn't believe that she turned out do well. He was lucky to have the coolest kid in the world, although he was sure that all dads thought that about their kids.