"Sure, what is that about?" Hendrix inquired as he raised his brows squarely, but did not remove his head from the room.
"Would you accept me as your daughter and treat me like the way I use to see other dads treat their kids with love? or would I be on the road with my Aunt Ava when she is recovered?" Sophie inquired, and her voice was so light.
Her question had hit Hendrix so hard, and he felt the pain shoot through his entire body.
That was awkward, but then, the fear that swept through him was weird, but damn, whatever his child was doing just made it feel a little cold on him, and that is bad.
He hasn't been there for his child through these years, but if an opportunity is given to him to right his wrongs, then, he would willing to do so, and the effect from it was going to be strange if he has to push the thoughts down.
Hendrix had now pulled in the parking lot of the car and removed the key from the key holder and then, turning to his child, he decided to reply to his child's query because he didn't want anything to happen to him as in, not answering his child's doubts.
Clearing his throat and making it sound softer than before, Hendrix gave his daughter that full length gaze anyone would wear on his face, and instantly, he said, making sure that he had the child's attention to the fullest.
"You listen to me, baby bear, I might have made a mistake by not knowing you once, but now that I have you here, I would never let you go, okay?" Hendrix asked as he shot her that daddy look.
He found it awkward that the child just had that plain look on her face as if it was filled not only with shock but only the thoughts that ran through his mind.
Hendrix wondered what that might look like, and the feeling that swept through him as he maintained glares with Sophie, ended up softening his heart.
"Yes, father, so what is the pet name you owe me because I think I love the baby bear one already," Sophie confessed ad her cheeks brightened up immediately.
"That is ridiculous," Hendrix said, but then, he discovered he didn't mean to be rude, or the least, sound rude because that wouldn't be fun to the least, thus, instead of doing anything of that sorry, all he had in return was to quickly apologize to the child.
"I am sorry, Sophie darling, I think I would have to reconsider and tell you something very nice you know?" Hendrix muttered out faintly as he used his free hands to brush the strands of hair that had started gathering on the child's face.
There is no doubt that Sophie is the photocopy of his father, the line of eyebrows on her face was the exact one that was on the man's face, he looked handsome to the least, and the dazzling smile she wore on her face was the same that Hendrix had on his face right now, just that, he looked manish and grownup all the same.
It is Quite funny staring at the smaller version of one's self.
A small pause came in between them, and at once, Hendrix thought it wise to speak up since the moment was starting to get boring.
"We better go inside If you do not mind," he said firmly.
Getting out of the car, he closed his door and quickly rushed to the passenger's side of the vehicle where his daughter was perched inside, staring at him through the window, and she looked extremely beautiful.
To Hendrix, his mind is still not certain that Sophie is his daughter, and maybe DNA might help prove him wrong, but then, that wouldn't happen unless he takes something from the child, maybe her saliva, or blood, whatever may be required from her.
Well, only the thoughts sulks a lot, and he doesn't know how hurt the child might take it if she actually finds out that her own father doubts her existence.
Shaking his head fervently, he glared at the child with bright eyes and as he helped her remove her seatbelt, Hendrix helped Sophie to get out of the car.
"Here we go cupcake, let us go then," Hendrix said helping Sophie out of the car.
There is something he wanted to check before he confirms that indeed Sophie is his, and it lies at the center of the child's back.
Mere thoughts made him crease his forehead, which is truly going to be awkward, but damn, whatever the case might be, he decided to make it look like he has not done anything that good to serve such a treatment.
"Thank you," Sophie muttered out.
"You are welcome," Hendrix said.
It was difficult mastering his words when it has to do with his child because he fears that he might say something inappropriate, which is definitely something that he does not want it to happen.
After a long silence, the child spoke, and her voice was rich as she inquired, wanting to know about something.
"Do you think that Aunt Ava would make it? or would she go to heaven to meet my mother? did you that my mommy went to heaven months after my birth?" the child's deep voice penetrated Hendrix's ears and he stopped walking, as the fear attacked his entire body, dreading for his own safety.
He had not spoken with Ava for him to know that she is a nice person and also her hot head temper had landed her on a hospital bed, she wouldn't stop being lovely because she raised his child alone, and with all the love and orderliness she could muster.
At just five, the energy that radiated in her was like one of a seven years old kid. It is quite funny, that Ava has a very hot head and is filled with anger too.