Zack's POV.
My pale fingers turned the silver machine head while my others struck guitar strings until the right pitch was made. I pulled the strap over my shoulder and started to play Freddy's Song for the billionth time. My daughter stared up at me with a grin, brushing her shaggy brown hair from her eyes with tiny fingers. Loud feet bounded up the attic steps and came towards Rachel. Freddy's rough, calloused hands picked her up and held her as he danced like a dork around cardboard boxes, spinning and swaying until he got close to me and kissed me on the cheek.
"Don't you just love Daddy?" he said to Rachel.
I'm the luckiest man alive.
It's been 3 years! I wanted to finish it earlier (this summer), but it just didn't happen. I wanted to make this into a real chapter complete with the Battle of the Bands and Freddy's mom letting Zack stay with them, but I felt this was the best representation of what was meant to happen, no matter how cliché.
Thanks for everyone who read my story, with or without the many typos and childish author notes.