A/N: I found myself unable to resist writing this, I loved writing the first two and to be honest I though I could of added a lot more. Please review if you liked the first two stories, I'll keep this going for all of you. Enjoy-Kiera
1.
She hated herself for not knowing how to feel. She hated herself for not crying because she was sure she should be. The ground was soft due to the recent rainfall and Alexandra Orton was re-reading the words of the headstone, her lips silently moving.
'In Loving Memory Of
Alexander George Springer
25th June 1948-14th November 1989
Beloved husband and father
Sadly missed'
The math was easy to do, 1989 made Alex herself just eight and her father thirty nine. She knew that was far too young for anyone to die. She was unsure how a man that young died of a heart attack, but that was irrelevant. All that matter was that Alexander Springer Jrn had been dead fifteen years and memory or not, whether she was a family disgracing harlot or not (and according to her Grandma she was) Alex was expected to go pay her respects to him. So she did. Alex wasn't really sure what she should do or say, so she just stood there, reading and re-reading the headstone. Her mind was elsewhere, mainly on her Grandma Anika's comments. Anika was an old Greek women , her father's mother who had no contact with her that she could remember until four days ago.
"You!" she shouted down the phone without an introduction. "You! You are desgrace to family. You desgrace my son! My son who gave you you're name! You are no grandchild of me! You are a harlot!"
Then Anika had hung up and Cynthia had to explain the whole thing to her again. John had laughed and told her not to worry, she wasn't a harlot. But Alex couldn't relax. She hadn't been able to relax since the night she left Randy. She knew she should be up on cloud nine, but something was holding her back and she wasn't sure what. It had only between weeks, but she had no contact with him, Alex didn't even have the courage to go back and get some of her things. In two weeks not a lot had happened, except with John. It was almost as if now he had her back he wanted everything to happen as quickly as possible. She wouldn't have been surprised if he'd flown her to Vegas and rushed her through a drive-thru chapel. Of course Alex would be arrested for bigamy, details like that didn't bother John. Leaving Randy for John hadn't cleared any confusion like she thought it would, if anything it had caused more.
John was waiting for Alex to come home, he had a special night planned out. He new she'd been on edge ever since moving in, she didn't need anymore stress and tomorrow she'd be going for more tests. It hadn't been easy for him either, for some reason he'd expected them to fall back into a natural relationship, how it use to be. It had become obvious very quickly that it wasn't going to happen like that. For one thing she slept at the far end of the bed away from him, it was like she didn't want to be near him. But he guessed it had a lot to do with the accident, it was starting all over again for her, he just had to remember that. Alex arrived home just as he was debating what to cook. She threw her bag down before sitting on the floor and lying on her back.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
She gave a small nod, was she really though? Her head was all messed up, it felt full. This was suppose to get easier.
"I had to go to my Dad." she said simply.
"Oh. Are you ok?"
"Yeah, and that's what sucks. I feel bad that I can't feel anything for this person who I loved. Did I?"
John was sitting next to her now. "From what you've told me you did. It's not your fault."
Alex put her arm over her face. "I know, but that doesn't help."
He kissed her cheek. "I love you."
John said that a lot, when Alex was feeling down or frustrated he said it. Like it was some magical band aid that would fix everything. Not that she didn't appreciate it, but now after everything had settled down, now she was expected to get on with her life, Alexandra Orton was beginning to see there was a lot to fix.