Hey! I am getting my mojo back for the story. Hopefully I still have some readers. I'm sorry for those who have been emailing wanting a new chapter. Between working and being a full time student things got seriously complicated and left little room to write. Without delay here is a new chapter! Clearing something up from an earlier chapter Ethan and Mia are married and Kate and Elliot are married. I originally confused the names and for that I apologize to anyone I light of confused.
Stella's POV
Diary,
It's been a week since I snuck into my dad's office. Since my discovery I am a little more closed off from my parents. Honestly I think I just feel guilty. My dad has been trying to get me to open up a little, but I always tell him "I'm fine just tired, or have a lot going on in school." My mom is right there on my side telling him that I'm "growing up and will come to them when I am ready." I feel so guilty for what I have done I can barely look at either of them. I have to put on a brave face because this weekend is full of family events. I have my dance concert tonight, Pheobe has a birthday party tomorrow and I promised her and Teddy a movie lunch date this afternoon. Teddy even convinced my parents to let us eat in front of the screen today which usually is never allowed. We have a nice 60 inch television with surround sound which is an upgrade from the one I broke.
Flashback Stella age 8
Per usual my dad isn't home. He sent me an expensive bracelet as an "I'm sorry for missing your event" gift but made no efforts to call the blackberry he was insistent I needed. When I call him it quickly goes to voicemail and I don't bother leaving a message. Disappointed yet again I go into the media room and Gail brings my dinner in there. As I think about my dad missing my competition, angry tears rush down my face. I don't see the point of my grandparents making me move back here with him. He's never home and I feel lonely. My grandparents are insistent on the fact that my dad really loves me but I think they are lying. My dad views me as a burden and the more I think about it the angrier I become until my trophy from tonight's first place win ends up being thrown at the television, sending glass flying everywhere. Security and Gail quickly run into the room and see me standing in the middle of broken glass. Without another word I am quickly picked up and carried out of the room. When my dad heard about what happened I received the spanking of my little life, but afterwards he was gone again, the television was replaced by a larger one, and I was banned from the media room.
Present
I can still feel the anger radiating off my dad from that day. He sent me an "I'm sorry" gift and a note that simply said "Sorry", Dad though I could see where he started to sign his name before crossing it out. I am so glad our relationship has come a long way from that time. Although, he can't make every event in my life at the very least he tries and my mom always makes it. I should go Diary, I hear little feet headed this way.
Laters
Closing my laptop I smile a little and brace myself for what's coming "STEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAA" I hear a little voice call while running down the hall. "Walking please" my mother reminds Teddy before going into her room. He quickly comes plummeting into my door, excitement radiating off his little face. "I'm alllll clllleeeeaaan and brushed my teeth, see" he expresses smiling in my face
"That's great sweetie." I say picking him up
"We watch the movie now? Mommy sayed it's okay too" He finishes nodding his head along with the statement
"Sure, let's go find Miss. Thing and we can go watch Paddington." I tell Teddy while I stand up still holding him
"I find her" he exclaims quickly while fighting to be put down. As he runs off I realize I have to tell my parents what's going on. I have to be a good example to the little ones and hiding secrets is not the way to be a good example even if they have no clue what's really going on. With a sigh of relief I head out of my room and see Teddy walking down the hall holding Pheobe's hand. I quickly scoop both of them up and head down the steps, into the media room where everything is set up.
Christian's POV
As I sit in my office I can't help but think about what was found. I cannot believe that women moved back here with her family. I don't want her anywhere near Stella and can't help but feel angry that she has been contacting me, my parents, and Ana in order to get a way to see Stella. After throwing away all of the letters I have gotten I pull out and open the one originally addressed to Ana. As I read it I can't help but clinch the paper in between my fist. She says
"Dear Anastasia,
I know you do not know me, but I am Clara Wilkonson originally Brooks. Almost 14 years ago I gave birth to a beautiful baby whom I named Amelia but was changed to Stella. The worst day of my life was giving up that child. I could not be a mother for reasons that I do not wish to discuss. All I ask is to spend time with my child. I have 3 more children ages 5, 2 and 3 months and I wish for them to know their sister. From one mother to another I want the chance to raise my kid. Surely you understand that as someone whom has children of your own. Christian is too bull headed to listen to me or take my calls so hopefully you can convince him.
Sincerely,
Clara Wilkonson
I'm so mad I could strangle this woman with my bare hands. How dare she…..if I could make her disappear, I certainly would. With clenched fist I pick up my phone and call a familiar number.
"Welch!" I immediately start, "get me all the information you can on Clara Wilkonson." With a simple "you got it" the call was over.
Immediately after the call I hear a knock on my door. "Come in" I command in my usual tone. Immediately I see the love of my life and with no words I open my arms to her. She needs no words as she comes and sits on my lap, and gently kisses my head.
"I know you'll do everything you can to protect her, but maybe you should let her know what's going on." Ana suggest
No" I say firmly. With a sigh Ana gets up. "Let's go check on the kids she says sticking her hand out". Grabbing her hand we head towards the media room.