Frank smiled to himself as he sat there with his daughter. His marriage had not been good; it was one of loneliness mostly. In the marriage bed, if not for Roxanne his whole life would have been a misery. But then again, if Roxanne hadn’t come along when she did, he supposed he would have left Betty years ago. The thought of Roxie never being born sent a shiver through him.

“Are you cold Daddy,” she asked, feeling the shiver.

“No baby,” just thinking.

Roxanne had filled every void left by Betty’s constant absence. She was always there, always loved him. Now the thought of her filling the void left in bed thrilled him beyond his greatest dreams. He couldn’t wait to get home and file for a divorce. Maybe all those years of misery had had a purpose, to bring them to this moment. The reason for Betty’s absence had been so his and his daughters love could grow into something more, something better.

“Whadda ya say we go back to bed,” he said. “The sun will be up in a few hours.”

He stood and pulled Roxanne up with him, keeping the blanket wrapped around them. He shut the door and led her back to bed, sliding in beside her. The thought that soon she could be in his bed all the time excited him. Also, the thought that she should keep her own room if not just for appearance sake but it might also be exciting to take her in her own bed, from time to time. She could fill the role of ‘wife’ in his bed and still be his daughter in her own bed. He rolled over on her, his cock hard again. He amazed himself at his constant readiness. Maybe that too was due to Betty’s absence. He doubted that though, it was his daughter that kept him aroused. He slipped his hands under her back, looking down at her.

“I’m going to file for divorce as soon as we get home,” he whispered to her. “So we can do this as often as we want.”

In response, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a long passionate kiss. Her legs wrapped around his and they were again locked in a lovers embrace. He entered her slowly, knowing there was no need to hurry from now on. They made love until the moon slipped below the horizon and the owls retreated to their hollow trees. The rays of a new day began to light the sky, the light of a new beginning. They fell asleep still wrapped in each other.