Isabelle was awake but she didn't have even strength to get up or even open her eyes. Her throat was killing her and she felt like throwing up any second. Lazily, she managed to pull the covers over her head and sighed. She was really sick.

She tried to fall asleep again but it useless. The temperature and soreness weren't her favorite thing.

For a moment, sadness filled her head. She and Christian were going to go to the shopping center to spend some time together again, but right now all the plans were ruined. She wanted to see Christian and spend some time with him, she really did.

After a few moments she heard how the door opened and someone walked in. It was like a ritual: every single morning Grace would go to Isabelle's room to check up on her. And Grace should have been worried: it was almost afternoon and Isabelle was still in bed.

"Morning," A familiar voice filled the room, making Isabelle roll over and uncover her head. "Isabelle, are you okay?" Grace asked, worriedly when she saw Isabelle's glassy eyes and red cheeks.

Isabelle simply shook her head and turned on the other side. Pulling covers closer to her head, Isabelle closed her eyes again. Grace put on her on Isabelle's forehead and gasped: she was burning.

"Oh my God, Isabelle," Grace gasped and stood up. "Sweetie, I'm going to bring you medicine and hot tea, okay?"

"Yes. And call Christian, tell him that our plans are cancelled," Isabelle said, sadly and pulled the blanket over her head again.

"Go away," Isabelle muttered, pulling covers over her head again when she heard the door opening. She groaned when the steps got louder and louder: she really didn't want to talk to anyone right now, she just wanted to sleep but someone wasn't letting her.

Suddenly someone collapsed onto her bed, making her gasp in surprise. It definitely wasn't Grace. But who could it be?

Isabelle curiously pulled the covers down and turned around and found Christian laying on her bed. She blinked for a few times just to make sure he was really there.

"Christian?" She said surprised and slowly sat up in the bed. Her head started spinning around so she relied on by her hands.

"Hey, baby," He said with a smile on his face.

"What are you doing here?" Isabelle asked, still surprised.

"Well, mom told me that you're sick, and I'm your father, so I have to be here for you," He said as if it were a normal thing.

But it wasn't a normal thing.

Isabelle nodded her head, trying to hide her emotions. She felt so confused and sick but happy at the same time.

"O-okay," She said and slowly got up from the bed.

The medicine which Grace had given her must have started working because she felt a little bit better and she wanted to leave bed as soon as possible.

"Where are you going, lady?" Christian asked, looking at her with wide eyes.

"I'm feeling better, so I'm going to take a shower and we can go shopping like we planned," She turned around and wanted to go to the bathroom but Christian's voice stopped her.

"We're not going anywhere today. We can watch a movie together or play computer games, I don't know, but we definitely are not leaving the house. You're sick," Christian stated, his voice serious.

"Oh, come on. I don't want to lay in bed all day," She turned back to him and rolled her eyes. "I'm not a little girl, I don't need to stay at home not doing anything," She said, crossing her hands over her chest.

"Isabelle, you won't leave this house."

"Says who?"

"I'm your father,"

"Oh, since then?" She asked sarcastically.

As soon as the words reached Christian, he got up from her bed and walked out of the room, slamming shut the door behind himself. Isabelle groaned, trying to control herself. She really didn't need to say this. But what's told, that's told.

Why did she always have to ruin everything? As soon as the things got better, she and her stupid character made everything bad again. How ironic.

Shaking her head, she walked to the bathroom.

After taking a long warm shower, Isabelle dressed into comfortable pajamas and laid back into the bed. She wondered if Christian was still there, in the house, but she didn't want to see him. She wasn't ready to argue with him because she knew that he was right. She behaved really stupidly and now everything was her fault.

The door was opened again and this time she immediately turned around to see who it was. A small smile formed across her face when she saw Christian walking inside her room and not shutting the door behind himself. At least he wasn't angry.

He walked to her and laid back on the bed just like before.

For a few minutes no one of them said a word but soon Christian cut off the silence.

"I'm sorry," He said, turning to his daughter. "I just-" But before he could finish, Isabelle cut him off.

"No, I should be sorry. I behaved stupidly." She said, looking down at her hands. "It's just hard.. You know, when nobody cared and then suddenly someone starts to care so much. I don't know how to act, I don't know how to communicate. I'm lost, Christian." She said as the tears filled her eyes again. Damn, she had become so sensitive.

"I know. It's hard for me, too." He said, his voice warm. "But we can't give up now, can we? I think we made such a huge progress in these lasts days and I don't want to waste it." He sighed, looking to the ceiling.

"Yes," Isabelle muttered and sat up. "Let's forget what has happened, okay?" She offered and smiled when Christian nodded his head. "Cool," She said and started laughing. Everything felt so stupid and crazy but maybe it was really worth a try. "Let's play an Xbox?" Isabelle suggested, making Christian roll his eyes. Everybody knew how bad he was at it and they liked to use it against him.

"Whatever you want," He said sarcastically, making Isabelle giggle again.

"You should come home," Christian said, making Isabelle tense. They have been playing Xbox for a few hours and that thought didn't leave his mind all the time. Their relationship had grown and they were communicating quite well so why couldn't she go home?

Isabelle didn't know what to say. Even though they finally had a relationship, she didn't feel ready to come back. She was still hurt, and sometimes she thought that no matter what he was going to do or no matter how much he had changed, she will never forgive him properly. She will always be hurt deep inside her heart.

No one can fix her broken heart.

"I will think about it," She said, after a while of silence.

Suddenly her head started spinning again and she closed her eyes for a few times, trying not to lose balance.

"Are you okay?" Christian asked, worriedly.

"I feel a little bit weak," She stated, slowly laying down on bed. Christian nodded his head, pulling the covers over her.

"Do you want me to ask mom to come?" He asked, worriedly again. Isabelle hadn't seen him like this since… She hadn't seen him like this at all.

"No, I'm fine. Don't worry, Christian. Everything is fine," She assured, and pulled covers higher over her head.

"If you are sure," Christian agreed although he wasn't very happy with it but he didn't want to fight again. "You rest for a little bit, I'm going to make a tea for you, okay?" He asked even though it didn't sound like a question.

"Please, don't burn the house," Isabelle muttered sarcastically when Christian was about to leave a room.

He just laughed and walked out of the room, closing the door behind himself.

"How's she?" Grace asked, worriedly when Christian entered the kitchen.

"She's not feeling good," Christian said and sat down to the table. "I asked if she wants to see you, but she said she's fine." He added when Grace stood up from the chair and wanted to go up the stairs to see Isabelle.

"She says she's always fine but then I found her crying in her bathroom," Grace said, shaking her head. Christian gave her a small sad smile and looked down at his hands. "So what were you two doing?" She asked, seeing how uncomfortable Christian was.

"We played Xbox, we talked for a little bit." He shrugged and stood up, walked to the cupboard and took the kettle. When it was full of water he put it on the stove and started searching for a cup.

"Christian, you amaze me," Grace announced, chuckling. "Please, don't burn my house."

"Oh, come on, mom. I'm not that hopeless." He rolled his eyes but then laughed too. Actually he was that hopeless in the kitchen.

"I'm happy to see you like this." Grace suddenly changed the topic, making Christian stop laughing. "For the first time you seem really happy and it's really making my heart melt." She stated, with a warm smile playing on her lips.

"Thank you, mom," He said and sat down again. "I'm feeling happy, really happy."

"It was Ana, who changed you, right?"

"Yes" He nodded his head. "She just made me realize how fucked up my life was. I thought that money could buy anything, I thought that I will buy happiness to Isabelle, but damn, I was so stupid. Ana had told me that if I'm not going to fix my relationship with Isabelle, nothing is going to happen between us, and I have to admit that at first I did it just for her, but then I realized that it's my daughter, it's my life. "

"Oh," It was all Grace could say. She felt a little disappointed that he hadn't realized it himself, that he needed Ana to push him, but at least he finally cared.

Christian walked into Isabelle's room again and found her sleeping. He sat on the edge of the bed and looking at her with a smile on his face. She was so beautiful, her eyes were closed tightly and she looked so peaceful and happy at the same time.

"Oh, baby," Christian said, placing a cup of tea on the nightstand. "My dear, dear baby, I'm a bastard that I'm saying it right now, when you're sleeping and you can't hear me, but I am fucking scared because I can't say it aloud when you can hear me." He said, shaking his head. "I know I have made your life a living hell, I ruined the most beautiful years in your life but we all make mistakes, don't we? I love you, Isabelle, and I'm so sorry that I fucked up. And I will say it once again: I will not leave you again. I'm going to fight, baby," He finished his speech and closed his eyes tightly.

Suddenly, he was hugged. His eyes opened widely and he saw Isabelle hugging him. Tears were streaming down her face as she tried to hug him even harder.

Christian blinked for a few times but then hugged Isabelle back, tightly. Damn, she had heard everything. But somehow he didn't feel bad for it. It was true, it was what he felt.

"I will come home," She whispered and hugged him tighter if it was even possible.

"Belle," He said loudly, his voice full of joy. It was probably the best words he had heard in a really long time. She was coming home. She was finally coming home. "Thank you so much, sweetheart." He said, kissing on top of her head.

"And I love you too, dad,"

He smiled widely as the tears filled his eyes. Damn, he wasn't crying, was he? But then he ignored all his thoughts and just let emotions took control of him. She had called him dad. After so many years, months, after so many time she called him dad again.

It was the best thing in his life.