Hey guys! I am so incredibly sorry that it took me a week to get this up. Things have been crazy lately but I promise I didn't forget about you! Please forgive me for waiting so long! Anyway, here it is. I am going to do one more chapter as an epilogue of sorts and then this story will be done! :) Enjoy!
I squeeze Grant's hand tightly as we approach the large brown door. I reach my hand out to ring the bell but quickly pull it back before I can.
Grant turns to me and says, "I love you and I know you can do this."
I melt at his words and whisper, "I love you" back.
Ever since I was kidnapped and tortured a few months ago, Grant and I have said "I love you" every chance we get. I think we both realized how easy it could be to lose the one another. He is the first person I ever said I loved but I wouldn't have it any other way. Sappy or not, this man is my soul mate.
After a few months of recovery, I am finally allowed to leave the bus. Coulson was able to find where my parents live and that's where Grant and I are now.
I ring the doorbell and wait. The door opens and reveals a man with pepper hair, wearing reading glasses and holding a newspaper.
"Hi, umm... Are you Joseph Kane?"
He looks at me wearily and sighs before saying, "Yes, that's me. And who are you?"
Wow. So this is my dad. I look at his face to try to find any trace of me in him. I have brown eyes like him and we share the same nose. I am suddenly overwhelmed with the fact that my father is standing right in front of me. After all these years of searching, here he is.
I probably look flustered because Grant takes over and says, "We're from SHIELD."
The man looks surprised, but before he can respond, a beautiful woman his age walks to the door and I am pretty sure I have stopped breathing.
Without a doubt this woman is my mom. My hair is the same as hers, long and wavy, and I have her full lips.
"Joseph? What's going on?" she says.
She looks at me and gasps.
"Marie…" Joseph says, sighing.
"What is it?" Grant asks.
She looks at me and says, "I'm sorry. It's just that your eyes remind me of my daughter's. They were so big and brown."
I start to cry. No actually, I'm sobbing. This is my mom and she is clearly still in pain. It's so overwhelming but the feeling of having them both in front of me is so incredible.
"Oh, sweetheart, I didn't mean to get you upset. Why don't you come in and I will make you a cup of tea?"
I cry harder and nod my head.
We walk in and I admire the large staircase and huge foyer.
She makes Grant and I sit down on a large, expensive couch. She brings me a cup of tea and a box of tissues. God, she is so sweet. She is exactly what I had hoped my mom would be like.
"So Joseph tells me you're from SHIELD?" she asks, sitting down across from me. My dad sits next to her in another chair.
"Yes, but we are here to speak to you both about a different matter." Grant responds.
I look at both my parents. They are waiting for me to elaborate on why we are really here.
I clear my throat and say, "My name is Skye… and I'm your daughter. I'm Daniela."
My mother gasps loudly and starts to cry almost immediately. She stands up and runs over to me, pulling me into a warm embrace.
"I knew it. I knew you were still alive. My sweet, sweet Daniela. I always had a feeling you weren't dead. I knew it. I knew it," she says, grasping me tighter. We stay like that for long time, crying with each other, as Grant explains everything that happened.
My mom cries harder when he gets to the part about my being tortured. I just hug her tighter, relishing in the comfort of having my mother's arms around me.
Someone's throat clears and I look up to see my father smiling widely at me, tears falling silently down his cheeks.
"I would like to reunite with my daughter, too, Marie."
She wipes her eyes and smiles up at him. She moves over to allow him to sit next to me but latches her hand onto mine.
My father looks at me and brushes away my tears. He hugs me tightly and gives me a kiss on the forehead.
"We are so glad you found your way home."
Home. That word is like music to my ears.