~*~*After flowers are delivered, waiting impatiently for Daisy*~*~
Gatsby stood leaning on his cane with his left hand in his pocket. He looked casual but he was internally trembling.
"You think it's too much?" He asked Nick.
"Uh, I think it's what you want," he said reassuringly.
Jay smiled a bit, "I think so too." There was a clap of thunder outside as he impatiently glanced at the mantel clock every 2 seconds. Sitting down, he willed himself to drown out the insistent ticking beside his ear. It was 3:58, almost 4. "I can't wait all day," he suddenly said, " I'm leaving."
"Oh, don't be silly," Nick said, "It's two minutes to 4."
"No one's coming to tea," he started angrily, "It's too-"
A car horn honked. He froze and turned around with a shuddering breath. Nick went out with his umbrella to get her inside as the rain poured down. Gatsby nervously smoothed his hair back and took short breaths trying to calm himself until it was too much. He left out of the back door, just as Nick saw him heading back to his house.
Nick excused himself to go catch up with Jay before he was to far.
"What are you doing?" he shouted at Gatsby.
He turned around holding up his hands and shouted back, "I can't do it, old sport. I can't see her again, brings up too many memories."
"At least come inside to say hello," Nick said pleadingly. "I'm not going to let you back out of this so quickly; you should at least try. If she talks with you, talk. If it doesn't go well, you may go if you'd like. Just give her a chance, that's all I ask."
Jay stopped and straightened his suit with a short nod and jerkily walked front of the house, around the side where Daisy wouldn't see them.
"Here's how it'll work, old sport, I'm going to go in as if I hadn't known she would be here and…" he trailed off in thought. "I can't believe I'm saying this after all the trouble I put you and Miss Baker through but I don't feel the need to have her. She has her own life. Yes, I love her, but I can't convince myself that she never loved her husband."
"Not to mention her own daughter, Pammy." Nick added.
Jay's eyes widened to the size of saucers, "She has a daughter? How old is she?" he demanded breathlessly.
"I haven't really met her but I think she's around 4 years old."
"Close to Scar's age," he said thoughtfully. "I'll start with that." He said as he walked with his confident, bobbing stride to the front door, not stopping until he was looking at Daisy.
Daisy was looking at the hanging flowerpot with she saw his reflection in the window.
She snapped her head back with a quiet gasp and looked at him. And he just smiled at her.
"I'm certainly glad to see you again," he said with a kind smile and a warm tone that made her furrow her brows.
A bit confused she replied, "I'm certainly glad to see you as well, Mr. Gatsby." She said as her expression melted to mirror his smile.
