After a week of staying with Miko, I couldn’t handle it anymore. I had to leave Spencer, and fast. He was probably all over town, looking for me. He had never known where Miko lived, so he didn’t know where to go. This house would’ve been the first place he looked.
I left Miko with Eva, all snuggled up in his bed. She was sleeping like a baby (which she was, of course). I had to do this alone. A child at that age would be scarred for life. I prayed she grew up and had no memory of her father.
The conversation was short and simple. Well, relative to what I thought it would be. I told Spencer he had to get out of our lives, and I’d be sending him divorce papers.
Miko moved in shortly after that, and Eva became a toddler. Miko was great with her, he helped her learn to walk and talk. Everything that was needed in a father, he was. And everything that was needed in a husband, which right after the divorce went through, he became.
Instead of a quick wedding like Spencer and I had, Miko wanted to give me the best wedding ever. And that’s exactly what it was. I had the dress, the wedding arch, and the friends. The only thing that was missing was my family. I didn’t even send them an invitation.
A few months after the wedding, I got a fantastic little surprise. We moved away the next week. It was time for us to go, and we both wanted to start over in a new town.