Summery: A 34-year-old Kevins thinks on his six-year-old daughter, Marre, her mother, and how he came to have her.
Lovely Little Marre
by: Elli
I love you so much. You're the only reason I have to live. All throughout my life, I've had to be tough, so people would treat me more like an equal. They still don't. It's becouse I'm little. Sometimes I wonder if it's worth it. Then I see you, looking at me with unconditional love.
I'm not your real Daddy, Marre, but you don't care. You're mother doesn't love me like that, and, while I love her with all my heart, she's my sister. She's not LIKE my sister. She IS my sister. Blood doesn't need to connect me and her, nor does it need to connect me and you. For all intents and purposes, you're my daughter, Marre.
I love you so much. I've considered killing myself more then once, sence your mom went away, but I can't bear the thought of you going off to live with her. She loves you, and she would never hurt you intentionally, but she just has to much going on.
That's why she left you with me.
I don't know why she didn't sent you to your daddy. I don't even know who he is. I know your mother does. She told me she didn't regret it one bit. She said he was a wonderfull man, but to restless to be father material. Besides, she said soon after she found out she was pregnant, and before he knew about it, he broke up with her. He never knew about poor little Marre, but I don't think she cares. She said he's happy with his new love interest, and she wishes them the best. She also said she got 115$ out of it, and I don't want to know what she meant by that.
I love your mother Marre, but I think I love you more. You're still so innocent, and lovely. She's beautifal, your mother, but the world, the ridicule...... It's been wearing on her, as it's worn on me. The love I feel for you is more alive. It warms me when I look into your eyes, no matter what the temperature. The love for your mother burns in my heart all the time. It can warm my heart, but it's tired, like you mother. The love for you heats my entire body.
I love you, dear Marre. You're my child, no matter who conceived you, no matter who your father is. I love you more then anything, my dear little daughter.
Your mother told me she knew that you staying with me meant she would have to give you up, at least until you were old enough to understand why she had to leave you. She said at least you would grow up with love when you were with me. She thought of you that whole time. She loves you dearly, but she also knew that anything she could give you, I could give you more of. She told me she hated that she had turned into one of those women whose carrers meant more to them then their familys, but there were to many people depending on her. She said she would stay out of your life, and mine, as fully as possible antill you turn sixteen. She said it would be for the best. I had to agree.
As sad as I was to see her go, and as many tears as I've shed, I have to admit it. I traded my sister for my daughter, and I think it was fair. I love you madly Marre, and nothing can change that.
THE END
AN: Wasn't that sweet? I thought I'd give you a glimpse of Kevins softer side. This is how I envision him if he somehow got a child. I got the name "Marre" from an altrenate pronunciation of the name "Marie". I might write a story about when the mother gave Marre to Kevin.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kevin. I DO own Marre, her mother, and her father.
Note: I'm not sure, but I think Marre's mother is Jin, Kevins Moon Twin. I'm not quite sure.
Lovely Little Marre
by: Elli
I love you so much. You're the only reason I have to live. All throughout my life, I've had to be tough, so people would treat me more like an equal. They still don't. It's becouse I'm little. Sometimes I wonder if it's worth it. Then I see you, looking at me with unconditional love.
I'm not your real Daddy, Marre, but you don't care. You're mother doesn't love me like that, and, while I love her with all my heart, she's my sister. She's not LIKE my sister. She IS my sister. Blood doesn't need to connect me and her, nor does it need to connect me and you. For all intents and purposes, you're my daughter, Marre.
I love you so much. I've considered killing myself more then once, sence your mom went away, but I can't bear the thought of you going off to live with her. She loves you, and she would never hurt you intentionally, but she just has to much going on.
That's why she left you with me.
I don't know why she didn't sent you to your daddy. I don't even know who he is. I know your mother does. She told me she didn't regret it one bit. She said he was a wonderfull man, but to restless to be father material. Besides, she said soon after she found out she was pregnant, and before he knew about it, he broke up with her. He never knew about poor little Marre, but I don't think she cares. She said he's happy with his new love interest, and she wishes them the best. She also said she got 115$ out of it, and I don't want to know what she meant by that.
I love your mother Marre, but I think I love you more. You're still so innocent, and lovely. She's beautifal, your mother, but the world, the ridicule...... It's been wearing on her, as it's worn on me. The love I feel for you is more alive. It warms me when I look into your eyes, no matter what the temperature. The love for your mother burns in my heart all the time. It can warm my heart, but it's tired, like you mother. The love for you heats my entire body.
I love you, dear Marre. You're my child, no matter who conceived you, no matter who your father is. I love you more then anything, my dear little daughter.
Your mother told me she knew that you staying with me meant she would have to give you up, at least until you were old enough to understand why she had to leave you. She said at least you would grow up with love when you were with me. She thought of you that whole time. She loves you dearly, but she also knew that anything she could give you, I could give you more of. She told me she hated that she had turned into one of those women whose carrers meant more to them then their familys, but there were to many people depending on her. She said she would stay out of your life, and mine, as fully as possible antill you turn sixteen. She said it would be for the best. I had to agree.
As sad as I was to see her go, and as many tears as I've shed, I have to admit it. I traded my sister for my daughter, and I think it was fair. I love you madly Marre, and nothing can change that.
THE END
AN: Wasn't that sweet? I thought I'd give you a glimpse of Kevins softer side. This is how I envision him if he somehow got a child. I got the name "Marre" from an altrenate pronunciation of the name "Marie". I might write a story about when the mother gave Marre to Kevin.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kevin. I DO own Marre, her mother, and her father.
Note: I'm not sure, but I think Marre's mother is Jin, Kevins Moon Twin. I'm not quite sure.
