He didn't know what he was doing. Why had he come to Seattle? He knew that someone was here, someone he was supposed to meet. It had been seventeen years since he'd visited this rain-soaked city. The last time was for a bachelor party for some friend whose name he couldn't remember. That night was now just a blur of light and sound, and when he thought about it, so far in the past, all he could remember was a pair of bright green eyes and the smell of scotch. Now, he was here for a different reason, and he had a feeling he wouldn't be forgetting this day anytime soon.
He'd gotten a letter. It told him of two girls, two beautiful blonde girls who were seventeen. One was in Seattle, and that was why he was here. He could have ignored it. He did for months, but his conscience got the best of him.
He was nervous, anxious, and a million other emotions when the taxi pulled up to the small run-down house. He wore suits and jetted off to Paris at a moment's notice. He had never been into a house like this, and honestly he never wanted to especially not now. It didn't help that the cab driver laughed and told him that Ms. Puckett didn't welcome suits and that the last one had been met with a sawed off shotgun. Then, he was forced out of the car, left standing there in front of that house. He decided that at thirty-eight he should be able to go up to a house. After all, he was Nolan "No Fear" Roberts.
So he went, and he tried to think of what this would be like, of what he would say to her. Would he cry? Probably not. Would she cry? He hoped she wouldn't. He wasn't good with emotions.
He knocked. No answer. Maybe they're not home. The curtains moved and there were hushed whispers. He knocked again, still no one.
"Um…hello?" He questioned, hoping he was loud enough. "I don't know if anyone's home, but I got a letter telling me to come…" The door opened a crack and a woman in her thirties greeted him.
"Hi. Valerie?" He asked. She stared for a beat, her green eyes narrowed, as if she didn't trust him.
"Yes, I'm Val. Hello, Nolan. Come in." She opened the door and slid back to let him in. He walked past her into the house. He was shocked by the interior. It was clean and neat, nothing like he expected. He heard the door close, and he turned around.
"Why did you come after all this time?" She asked, her arms were crossed and she was not happy.
"I-uh- I got your letter." He said, confused by her reaction. He had expected her to be happy to see him or relieved.
"My letter took eight months to get to you?" She asked.
"I-uh-" he didn't know quite what to say; he couldn't say that he'd been too scared to open it or that his worst nightmare was having an illegitimate child, let alone two. Just as he was about to speak he heard someone behind him.
"Hey mom." A blonde girl who looked like a younger Valerie was talking. She had his eyes.
"Who's the suit?"