Time to love P2

It hadn’t been easy, raising Jenny on his own. But he had to admit that he thought he’d managed quite well. He could cook a mean grilled cheese sandwich, and with the aid of a few ribbons and bows, he was able to fix Jenny’s hair so as it didn’t resemble a total rat’s nest.
On a scale of one to ten, he would give himself a high-five where domestic-related tasks were involved. But as far as fatherly love and affection, that number was off the scales - high off the scales.
“My sweet Jenny,” he began, placing an arm around her and pulling her close.
How could he possibly explain that her dream of having a mommy would never come true? How did one go about breaking a little girl’s heart? After his experience with the cheating Rhonda, he had made a personal commitment to place his focus on raising Jenny. Unfortunately, Rhonda had left him with a sour taste in his mouth that would probably never fade.
He had hoped that the counselor he had hired would have been able to make Jenny see reason, but the woman had appeared more interested in him than in Jenny. And it had been quite embarrassing when Jenny had told him the last time they had left the counselor’s office, “Daddy, why did Counselor Murray hold your hand so long when we were leaving today? Was her hand cold?”
Actually, Counselor Murray’s hand had felt like a wet fish, but he didn’t tell the overly perceptive Jenny that. No mermaid quality there; Counselor Murray would always be a trout.
And when he didn’t respond as quickly as she had wanted him to, Jenny told him, “She won’t do at all for a mommy, daddy. She told me that she didn’t like to bake - and I want a mommy who can bake cookies!”