Daddy Next Door Read Free

was learning a lot about children in foster homes. Missy and Steffi had regaled her with stories, many of which nearly broke her heart. Annie, on the other hand, didn’t say much, but she was the reason Jennifer had requested to foster the three little sisters until the adoption went through.
    And probably the reason her request had been granted.
    That and her uncle—a judge in the Dallas juvenile courts.
    “Are you going to take more pictures of us?” Missy asked as they reached the bathroom.
    “Of course I will. But not tonight.”
    “Oh. Okay.”
    “It’s too late for pictures tonight. You need to get in bed so you’ll get enough sleep to grow.”
    Missy immediately stretched up as high as she could reach. “I’m going to grow this big!” she exclaimed.
    “No, you’re not, Missy! Stop exaggerating,” Steffi said, always the big sister.
    Jennifer chuckled. “Actually, Steffi, she probably will. Just not tonight.” She turned on the faucet. “Brush your teeth, girls. I bought each of you a new toothbrush.”
    “Really?” Missy asked in awe. “A new nightgown and a new toothbrush?”
    “Yes, Missy,” Jennifer said, laughing again.
    She made sure Missy knew how to brush her teeth and helped the other two. Then after the girls dressed for bed, Jennifer led them to their room. She’d originally thought about giving the eldest child, Steffi, a separate room, since there were three bedrooms. But she changed her mind and bought a shiny red bed that was full on bottom and twin on top. That would allow all three sisters to be together.
    For them, it was something new.
    “I love our new bed, Jennifer,” Steffi told her as she tucked them in.
    “I’m glad, sweetheart. I wanted you to have something that you’d like. And red makes me smile.”
    “Me, too. And I like living here with you and my sisters.”
    Jennifer bent over and kissed Steffi’s cheek. “I love it, too, honey. We’re going to be happy together.”
    “Me, too!” Missy called. “Will we get to see our daddy tomorrow?”
    Jennifer sighed. Why did Missy have to remind her of Nick? “That man is not your daddy, sweetie. We don’t have a daddy here. It’s just us girls.”
    “Yeah” came softly from Annie.
    Jennifer ducked down and kissed Missy’s cheek, too. Annie was on the far side, but Jennifer reached over to kiss her also.
    “Good night, Annie. Sleep tight.”
    The little girl stared at her with big brown eyes, a solemn look on her face. A look too old for a five year old.
    Jennifer gave her a smile and then tiptoed to the door, turning out the light.
    “See, the night-light keeps the room from getting dark. Is everyone okay with that?”
    Missy and Steffi assured her they were fine with the night-light. Annie said nothing.
    “Good night,” Jennifer called one last time before she walked quietly down the hall.
    After she cleaned up and made herself a cup of instant decaf coffee, she sat down and sighed. She’d made it through the first day of her new life.
    She’d picked up the three sisters this morning at ten o’clock and brought them back to her house after three days of frantic planning and shopping.
    But the change had been set in motion three weeks ago, when she’d volunteered, as a professional photographer, to take photos of foster children. The program was called the Heart Gallery and was taking place all over the country. These professional, quality photos replaced the horrible mug shots that had been all potential families had to look at.
    It had seemed a more than worthwhile project to Jennifer. When she’d drawn three sisters to photograph, she’d been enchanted to find such beautiful children as her subjects. She planned to spend the day with them, photographing them, treating them to lunch, making a good memory for them. Since she and her mother were estranged, she thought it might make a nice memory for her, too.
    Jennifer admired the bond between the sisters, even envied it. She herself had no siblings,