Owen had spent the night in his truck last night. He really hated fighting with Bianca and he especially hated fighting with Bianca in front of their daughter. Yeah sure, she was only a week old and would probably forget by next month, but still. He didn't want his daughter to ever have a doubt in her mind that he was a good person now. He didn't want his daughter to know that Owen was the school douche bag and that his main hobby was smoking a different joint every week. No, he had changed for Bella by going back to school, getting an after-school job, renting a house for them to stay in, everything. He tried so hard to impress Bianca and prove to her and Bella that he was a new man. He read to Bella every night even though she wasn't listening probably. He read online that doing that would make your kid more intelligent in the long run. He soon snapped out of it when his pants vibrated. He looked at his phone to see a photo of Bella sleeping. He could never stay mad at Bee for long, and Bee could never stay mad at him for that long; hence the reason for that picture message. He sent her a text back saying, "Looks just like her beautiful momma. 3". He loved how Bianca and Bella had that emotional control over him. They could make him turn into this emotional, sappy father that was just emotional and lovey all the time. Which was true, but he dared to act like that around his teammates. Bianca sent a text back saying, "I saw this dance website online. Classes are $150 a month for kids ten and under. Lol she's gonna be dancing before she starts walking before you know it (:". Owen laughed. Of course Bianca wanted her to become a tiny dancer just like her. He could picture Bella twirling around the house with a frilly tutu on doing pirouettes; whatever those were. What a second, he thought. Was he really imagining his daughter walking? Nonetheless, dancing? He realized that every day a piece of his daughters life was slipping away and here he was in his truck not even at home getting to see her. He raced home and went up to Bella's room to find the infant in her crib, eyes wide open. She had dazzling blue eyes, just like his. But she had Bianca's curly, chocolate brown hair and beautiful smile. He could picture Bella as a graceful ballerina. Daddy's little ballerina. He lifted her out of the crib and smiled at her. Bianca appeared at the door. She giggled. "Oh my gosh! Daddy and daughter, y'all are too cute!" Owen chuckled. "So dance class? She can barely open her eyes or clap, and your thinking about dance class?" He chuckled again. "Yeah, can't you see it now? Her in a little tutu dancing and twirling...". Owen laughed. "Yup. She'll look just like you when you were little I'm assuming. She looks just like you Bee." He smiled. "I think she resembles you more. She'll be a daddy's girl I just know it. Yeah, she'll look like me in her little tutu. You know, I hope me and her are really close". "What do you mean babe?" "Well my mom and I never got along. Ever since dad had left her, she just darted bringing home guys every weekend. It's like I wasn't her number one priority anymore. I was replaced." She looked up at Owen. " I just don't want that Owen. I want her to just always love me and I want you to always love me but you don't because I'm too bossy and..." She was rambling and sobbing and Owen pulled her into a gigantic bear hug. "Babe, I'll always love you and Belle, more than words can explain. Don't worry. I won't let Bella not love you. I know she loves you from the way she stares at you honey." And they just all hugged and rocked until they both fell into a restless sleep.