Thank you to everyone who read or reviewed the last chapter. This is the moment that most people have been waiting for the last 250,000 words and two stories.

Warning: B/D Sexual content (finally)

Finally: Part One.

Betty never understood the difference between sex and making love until that moment that he was inside of her. It seemed overly cliché but when Daniel was in her, she felt like the other part of her soul had come back to her. He was her home. He made her feel safe and secure no matter how crazy everything was. The physical joining of two bodies was just the final step of what they have been building for the last four years.

She thought what she was doing with Matt and Henry for that matter was lovemaking, but it wasn't. There was never this sense of completion in the act.

She never had the emotional intimacy with Matt and Henry that she had with Daniel. It wasn't that unusual for the two to finish each other's sentences. It would be logical to conclude that she could never have the same depth of physical intimacy with either man that she had with the person who was her friend, her partner, her lover, and her family.

Unlike everyone else before Daniel was allowed to see every part of her. He was the only one she would let in all the way to her heart and mind. He was the only one who knew all her fears. She was always holding back before but not with Daniel.

Daniel knew her. He would not have moved to another country if that hadn't been the case, no matter how many times Betty tries to convince herself that Daniel was only there to save Mode UK. He knew her childhood secrets, like why she hid underneath her New Kids T-shirt at pool parties or the real reason behind the scars on her right arm. Everyone else thought she fell down on the way home from school one day in the ninth grade. Daniel knew it was from being shoved in a locker by a certain blonde headed classmate and former colleague that looks like a Lindsay Lohan clone. (Maybe she should have told Daniel about this before that berry shoot incident.)

Daniel knew not to fill her old bedroom with candles for the sake of a romantic mood because it reminded her of what Renee did two years ago. After what happened today, Betty did not need the reminder. (Considering everything going on, she will forgive Amanda for not text messaging her about Renee being back in town.) She didn't need to say anything. He just knew.

At the same time, she knew the real Daniel Meade and not just the person he presented to the world. She knew he had a scar on his left wrist from falling off his bike when he was 9 because he took off his training wheels too early due to Alex's constant teasing. When Daniel believed that his brother was dead, he visited his grave every Sunday. She knew of the surgical scars on both his legs from the accident that put Alexis in a coma. She knows Daniel dreams about that accident from time to time. He cries at movies especially anything involving cancer or dead fathers.

She didn't know her previous lovers in this way. Matt never talked about his screwed up childhood or his parents' divorce. He didn't tell her about being a recovering sex addict or that he was one of those Hartleys until he had to. She didn't even know that he was bisexual until a few weeks ago. She was sure the same could be said for both Henry and Walter. In all of her relationships before Daniel, she only saw the person that they wanted her to see and in turn, she only let them see part of herself. When the mask came off, the relationships fell apart. That did not happen this time, because those masks were never in place to begin with.

Because of the emotional closeness, the physical experience was superior to everything that came before. Daniel knew where to touch to make her scream. It was more than just the physical sensations that garnered such reactions; the emotions he expressed in every caress were overwhelming. Betty knew every touch of Daniel's hands was an expression of his feelings. She could feel his joy, his happiness and his love for her. Every time his lips touched her overheated skin, it was as if he was saying 'I love you.'

She wasn't sure how long they were coupled together, it could've been hours or minutes. When the two were together, time lost its meaning. She lost count how many times he said 'I love you' as he thrust into her. She almost wished a certain boyfriend stealing neighbor of hers still lived next door so she would hear Daniel give her another earth shattering double orgasm. He knew exactly where to touch without her saying a word, eliciting a plethora of words including several expletives. He was too close to the edge to look smug at making her curse again. She was sure the neighbors would hear as she came so hard that she started crying (happy tears). It was as if her climax was building for the last four years and not the last 64 minutes.

Betty was very thankful that her father was working late at the restaurant and DJ was spending quality time with his little sister. This was a moment between her and Daniel. Really, nobody wanted a repeat of last night.

She wasn't sure if she said I love you at the moment of completion or if she just thought it. She doesn't remember the next few moments as Daniel discards the condom and comes back to bed. The next thing she remembers is being pulled against his chest as his body wraps around hers. It's possible that she blacked out momentarily from the sheer intensity of it. She heard that such a thing was possible but never experienced it before.

She knew she should get dressed again in case her father or DJ stopped by later but she didn't want to. She needed to feel Daniel skin against hers. She needed to feel his heart beat against her chest.

Usually after the first time with a boyfriend, she had this feeling of sadness that she could never explain. Maybe it was a sense of disappointment. Every time she came into the experience with expectations that could not be fulfilled. As with everything else in their four-year relationship, things with Daniel were different. She felt a sense of happiness that she never felt before. It was as if the rest of the world fell away at his touch. She knew that what she felt would not fade away after her orgasm. He was forever. This was forever. She didn't need the ring on her dresser to know that.

25 Hours Earlier

"Are you sure Mr. Suarez will be okay with me staying here?" DJ asked as he pulled his suitcase out of the cab. After more than four years, Betty has finally successfully convinced Daniel that it's not the best idea to drive a town car or limo for that matter into her old neighborhood.

"DJ, it's fine." Daniel said reassuring his nephew. She knew that Daniel was a little bit upset that they would be losing their carefree week but between her father and all her work commitments, she doubted they would get to do anything besides holding hands before returning to London. Even then, her father would probably give Daniel the evil eye like he did all her other boyfriends. Her father has never really liked any of her previous boyfriends, even if he tried to be civil. In the few conversations they've had since her father found out that she was living with Daniel, he seemed OK but there is a lot you can hide in a Skype conversation.

This morning on the way to Heathrow, she mentioned her fears to Daniel but he dismissed it stating that her father has always liked him and it would not change now. She then pointed out that all fathers hate the guy who is having sex with their daughter. Daniel responded with a cheeky, "Good thing we're not having sex yet," before kissing her in a way that made her almost go unconscious.

Unfortunately, Christina who was catching a plane out at the same time was sitting in the limo laughing during the entire scene. At least, by the end of their short visit Christina was in better spirits even if Betty still didn't know what was going on in her friend's life. They would definitely have to talk more when she comes back to visit later on. Some conversations cannot occur over the telephone.

Despite both Daniel and Christina's reassurances Betty was still scared about how her dad would take her bringing Daniel home. This morning on the plane, DJ mention he was uncomfortable staying with Mrs. Meade because he knew what was going to happen when Alexis admitted everything. Betty suggested that he come with her and Daniel to Queens. She doubted that her father would make a scene with DJ there. She needed a buffer and that buffer would be DJ.

"I would not have suggested it if I wasn't sure my dad would be okay with it. I even mentioned that it was a possibility yesterday." She lied. "We have the space. You can have Justin's old room. Helga said she left his old bed behind because she got him a bigger one for the new house." Betty said as she was walking up the stairs.

At that moment, Daniel just started laughing before mumbling, "At least someone will get to have fun. I always knew your sister was the cool mom." Daniel stopped laughing as soon as she gave him a dirty look.

"It may be best not to be anywhere near the island of Manhattan when your mother tells my mother about being sick. Then she is going to be mad at me for not telling her. Actually, maybe we should have just stayed in London." Daniel said as Betty grabbed her key.

"It will be fine. I doubt your mom will be that upset." She said quickly knowing better.

"We'll see. You still have your key?" Daniel asked in surprise.

"I kept it." She said nonchalantly not understanding what the big deal was.

"Shouldn't we knock anyway?" Daniel asked.

"If he was home, maybe, Papa is at work. It's only three days to the culinary event of the wedding season and only two days until the rehearsal lunch. Do you really think he would have let us take a taxi if he was available?" Betty said as she opened the door and walked inside.

"Not really." He responded as he followed her.

Betty has been gone for almost two months but things seem different in her childhood home. It was less cluttered for one thing. Maybe that was because Helga was gone along with her salon. With Daniel and Monique's connections, she was working as a private hair stylist to the wealthy and mostly made house calls. She has been doing so well over the last month her sister is not sure if she wants to even have an actual salon again.

The kitchen was different as well. Her father used a lot of the insurance money to give him the kitchen he always wanted complete with stainless steel refrigerator. Of course, one thing was still the same.

"Your father left snacks?" Daniel asked as he picked up the note on the table.

"Papa always says 'I love you' with food." Betty said as she went in to the refrigerator. It was filled with all her favorites including her father's signature malaise sauce. Betty already had one dish out of the fridge and into the microwave in seconds.

"You're going to eat now before we move the luggage upstairs?" Daniel asked as he closed the door.

"I miss my dad's cooking." Betty said going back to the refrigerator looking for the flan. She has not even found the store in their neighborhood in London where she can get the mix yet.

"Also, the food on the plane was horrible. I thought the food was supposed to be better in first class?" She said finally finding the thing she wanted. "DJ, come here? You have to try this." She said taking the dish out of the microwave and putting it on the table. She was personally more interested in desert.

"I've had your father's cooking before. I like the chicken dish with the chocolate sauce." DJ said as he grabbed a fork and took a little bite of the rice. Betty gave Daniel confused look but did not ask any questions and Daniel did not elaborate.

"Not all of us grow up with a world class chef at home. Fine, have your snack." He was laughing by that point. "I'll take everything upstairs and be back in a few minutes to join you. I need to make a few phone calls first. I have two 911 text messages from Candy and I want to call her before it becomes too late." Daniel said just before he kissed her. She was sure he could taste the custard dessert on her lips or actually, tongue for that matter. "Just promise me you will save me some of that." Daniel said as he grabbed her hand and proceeded to lick off a little bit of the dessert that fell on her finger. She shivered at the contact remembering what else that tongue has done recently. DJ was most likely mumbling the French equivalent of get a room during the display. Maybe, it would be best if they were supervised this weekend.

"So how come DJ is very familiar with my dad's cooking and the layout of the house? By the way, he is the reason why there wasn't any dessert left. He's worse than Amanda before the pregnancy." Betty said an hour and a half later after a quiet dinner downstairs and her getting DJ set up in his room. She wished papa was there but according to his message, he wouldn't be back until 9:00 PM or 10:00 PM at the earliest, unless he could get someone to switch shifts with him.

Betty was currently trying to find something to change into to sleep. The clock may say seven but her body thought it was well after midnight. Betty was shocked that she adjusted to the time difference so quickly. As much as she would prefer otherwise, she would see her father in the morning before leaving.

"For some reason I don't believe you. That is okay it taste better on your lips anyway. It was my fault for taking too long. I had a mini crisis to deal with involving my assistant and my ex-best friend. Actually, there was more than one crisis. I can't talk about it nor do I want to." His tone told her not to ask questions. "Also, apparently I'm now having lunch with Gio tomorrow." Daniel said kissing her quickly before going back to unpacking.

"More wedding stuff?" She asked.

"Something like that." Daniel said a little too quickly before changing the subject entirely. "To answer your question, when you were on your North American 'find yourself tour', your dad invited me to dinner a lot. DJ probably spent more time here than at my apartment. I think your dad was mostly worried about DJ starving to death or succumbing to food poisoning. You know my cooking skills prior to DJ coming into my life. There was a reason why I ate out most of the time other than I could afford it." He said with a nervous laugh.

"I didn't know it was possible to burn water until I met you." Betty said playfully. "You're much better now. The pasta last week was completely edible."

"That's because your father gave me cooking lessons in addition to lots of parenting tips. That stuff is coming in handy now." She was surprised to hear about this mostly because she had no idea. Then again, Daniel did know exactly how to make her favorite smiley face pancakes without her telling him how. Breakfast in bed was so much fun.

"My father taught you how to cook?" She asked with a mixture of laughter and amusement.

"Your father taught me how to do a lot of things. I think your father has been more of a father to me than my father ever was. When I had questions about what to do with DJ, he was always available. He was there for me when Molly died because he understood probably better than anyone else what it was like to lose someone like that. Your father knew I was staying in your bed during that time and didn't say a word." She understood what Daniel was saying even if it did bother her that he did not confide in her as much as she wished he would have during that time. Instead of voicing her concerns, she just squeezed his hand.

"So that's why you're not worried about me bringing you home. You're already part of the family." She said with a smile. He just laughed at that.

"Betty, honestly how much time have I spent at your old house over the last four years?" He asked her.

"You had your own chair at the table. Let's be honest, my other boyfriends were never invited to regular Sunday dinners." She said as she acknowledged what this really meant for the first time.

"Exactly," Daniel said smugly. "How many times have I spent the night with you sharing the same bed in this house?" She had to think about that because she and Daniel spent the night together a lot before they were officially dating, supposedly under the guise of movie nights and working late. Much more than two people who were supposedly just friends should have, that's for sure. God, Daniel actually had his own toothbrush and dresser drawer at her old apartment. She had the same setup at Daniel's apartment. Come to think of it, he actually had his own toothbrush when she was living in her father's house. How could she have not noticed this last year? They really have been dating for a while.

"Okay, you spent the night a lot. Do you know that you're the only boyfriend I ever had that has slept over in this house, in my bed and we were not even together at the time?" She said realizing that for the first time. Betty wouldn't dare bring her other boyfriends home but Daniel was always welcomed by the entire family. Actually, it was more like Daniel was family. She tried to tell herself that that was only because Daniel was just her boss/best friend but she knew better.

"Let me tell you it is impossible to sneak out of your house without someone in this family catching you. There's a reason why Justin had the best wardrobe to ever be seen at any high school in Queens. Everyone in your family knew what was going on between us before we did including Ignacio. He was okay with that otherwise he would have said something. You know your father never believed the excuse that I just showed up to pick you up for early morning meeting when I sat down for breakfast with the entire family." Daniel definitely had a point there. At least now, she understands all her sister's very inappropriate jokes and winks at breakfast when Daniel was there.

"So I am the first guy ever to see your little mermaid sheets? I'm flattered." Daniel joked as he pulled up the covers on her bed. To her absolute shock, Arial and company were on the bed. Daniel just started laughing as she looked for a T-shirt to put on. That was difficult because she broke down and let Daniel pack everything. He can get her to say yes to anything with his fingers and tongue. Fortunately, he did pack night things other than skimpy negligees that she may be willing to wear for him if he behaves. Unfortunately, there were no T-shirts, only tank tops that were a size too small and showed just a bit too much cleavage.

"You could have packed one T-shirt?" She said with mild irritation. "Stop laughing. I'm sure those are only on there because I took everything else with me. Yes, you are the only guy who has ever got to spend the night in this bed. You are probably right about my father knowing about it every time. There have been some very awkward conversations about how close we are and the need for me to use protection when we did hookup that I never want to discuss. Let's just say there was a reason why I started bringing condoms with me every time I spent the night at your apartment and leave it at that." Betty blushed as she admitted this.

"I wished I knew that at the time. You can't just leave it there. Maybe those conversations are why you're so afraid of me spending quality time with your father." Betty was really starting to hate how well Daniel could read her. She could usually get away with this stuff with her boyfriends.

"Fine. Do you remember the pregnancy scare last Christmas?" Daniel nodded his head quickly.

"After Matt went out, to get another pregnancy test, Papa pulled me aside and asked me if the baby could be yours." His mouth was open wide in shock at that.

"That explains why he went into such a panic when he saw me reading a pregnancy book in the hallway. I am okay with Arial." Daniel said moving to kiss her cheek.

"I am perfectly fine with your Disney fetish. Although, we really should not have saw Up last year. I'm just glad Suzuki wasn't there to see that. Now that was embarrassing." Daniel said trying to make her feel better.

"From now on, I promise to read all reviews more thoroughly." Last summer she had the wonderful idea to take Daniel to see the latest Pixar film to cheer him up. That film happened to be essentially about a guy who just lost his wife. The experienced ended up with Daniel crying in the back of the theater as she let him eat all her popcorn and held his hand.

"I know you're worried about your dad, you shouldn't be. If he was not OK with us being together, we would both know by now." Daniel said seriously giving her another kiss, this time lightly on the lips. Thinking about it now her father was actually much more okay with the idea of Daniel getting her pregnant as opposed to Matt.

"I'm not worried." Betty said defensively as she started to go through her luggage again. He may have packed her a lot of nice things but she still can't find anything.

"You invited DJ to come with us just to play buffer. Not that I mind." Daniel said while laughing again.

"I did not." Betty said defensively just as Daniel gave her his newly acquired 'you know I'm right' look. She is sure that he got that from her.

"Okay, maybe I did volunteer that he stay here a little for that reason but he is our responsibility right now. I just want my dad to like you." She said as she gave up looking for a T-shirt and sat on the bed next to Daniel.

"I am not some stranger you met at school, work, or at some coffee bar. Your dad has known me for four years and despite being a witness to a certain indiscretion with a Department of State employee, your dad likes me." Daniel said with a reassuring smile as he pulled her to him on the bed.

"Daniel, you know what I mean. Sure, my dad has met Daniel my best friend or Daniel my boss. He has never met Daniel that guy sleeping with my daughter in another country. That video thing is probably coming into play now." She remarked darkly.

"Technically, we're not having sex. Although, if DJ wasn't downstairs finishing off the rest of your father's refrigerator we would be in the middle of christening your childhood bed right now despite the exhaustion. Ariel, deserve some action." Daniel gave her his trademark wicked glare before pulling her down on top of him and began to kiss her in a way that made her shiver.

"That is a technicality. I have already had more orgasms not having sex with you then with my first two boyfriends combined." Betty mumbled as she started to seriously wonder if the door was locked. Daniel's mouth started to move lower, she definitely did not want this moment interrupted.

"Besides, I don't think you care that DJ is here." Betty moaned as she said this.

"Not really." Daniel said continuing his action that made her breath hitch in her throat. "As long as DJ has food and some sort of electronic device to entertain himself, he will try his best to ignore you screaming at the top of your lungs. He is French and a Meade. This is kind of normal." That's when she felt Daniel start to pull her pants further down her body. "Now if your dad was here that would be different but he's not."

"Do not mention my father right now." Betty said just as she felt Daniel kiss her belly button. Actually, his mouth was doing more than kissing but she did not feel comfortable describing something that was almost obscene. Maybe if her navel wasn't one of those places were touched by Daniel's talented tongue her mind would completely shored out, she would have heard her father coming up the stairs. At the very least, Betty would have made sure the door was locked. Instead, the following awkward situation occurred.

"Mi hija, I'm so glad…" Her father started before he most likely saw what was happening. Betty quickly heard the door being slammed shut. She actually heard her father run down the stairs.

"Oh god. Why do we keep getting caught?" Betty said completely mortified as she quickly found her pants.

"You're the one who forgot to lock the door this time. Okay, now there's a reason for your dad to hate me." Daniel said as he graciously handed her one of his tee shirts. It was a little tight around the top area but it covered more than the tank top she was currently wearing.

15 minutes later, Betty found herself fully dressed walking into her father's kitchen. It took her that long to work up the courage to go downstairs. Daniel was still hiding in her bedroom waiting for Betty to give the all clear. DJ was sitting in the kitchen explaining why he was there as he kept yawning every few moments. It was obvious that he was worn out.

"Hey DJ, I think you better go upstairs. You look exhausted." She said as she gently pated his back.

"It's not even eight yet." He argued back. Betty has discovered that getting a 15 year old to go to sleep at a reasonable hour is quite difficult. This was a normal argument in the Suarez-Meade house.

"Yes, but it is almost 3 am in Paris. Go to bed. Your body will adjust later." She said grabbing him by the shoulder and gently pushing him to the stairwell just before he kissed her good night on the cheek.

"You're good with him." Her father said obviously not bringing up what happened earlier. Personally, she is shocked that there was not any screaming or yelling going on. She remembered the pregnancy test incident from last Christmas again. That was a big argument.

"I think it's easier with kids that are not mine. Do you need any help?" She asked quickly.

"I'm fine. I didn't know DJ was coming." Her father said as he went back to preparing his dinner. Betty was thankful that they were still ignoring the elephant in the room regarding what he saw upstairs. 10 minutes later and she probably would no longer be able to say that she and Daniel were technically not having sex.

"I didn't know until the flight when DJ expressed his desire not to stay with Mrs. Meade because…" Betty started but had no idea how to explain what was going on without giving away Meade family secrets. It was at that moment she realized she was now a member of another family.

"DJ explained everything. I'm sorry to hear that Alexis is sick. How is Daniel handling it?" Her father asked.

"Not well. I mean he is handling it better than he normally does. He has only come home drunk once and that was mostly because we got in a fight over the Amanda situation." Betty hoped her father did not ask too many questions about that because she did not feel like answering. He probably already knew anyway. Besides, she wanted her father to like Daniel.

"Betty, I already knew about. Amanda called Monday night."

"Okay." Betty said not knowing how to respond. It was a strange thing knowing that her friends were friends with her Dad.

"I knew about it before then months ago when we were staying at your apartment after I found Daniel reading a pregnancy book. I was just happy that it was not you." Now she knew what Daniel was talking about earlier. Betty was debating how to respond. "I can't believe my father saw what was going on between us before we did," was not appropriate. She decided on using humor to deflect from situation.

"That's not going to be a problem any time soon. Daniel and I were not even together back then. In addition, Daniel has agreed not to mention the B word for another year." Her father dropped the spoon he was using as she said the words.

"I didn't realize that things were that serious already." He said as he retrieved his spoon. Betty noticed the qualifier in that sentence, 'already'. Apparently, her father knew it would happen eventually just not yet.

"I know that you already know that Daniel and I are not just roommates." She stated quietly.

"Even if I was not aware, I would known from the scene I walked in on alone not to mention what has been on the TV recently." Betty couldn't help but blush at that. She was also desperately looking for something sweet to eat.

"I'm trying to repress that." Betty mumbled to herself before continuing. "Daniel and I have always had a unique relationship. I also know that I have to have him in my life in some capacity. I know you're probably thinking that we are rushing into things…" Betty was cut off at that moment.

"You two have known each other for four years, I don't consider that rushing. There was an entire conspiracy group trying to get you and Daniel together complete with e-mail mailing list."

"You've got to be kidding?" She heard about the conspiracy before but she had no idea her father was in on it.

"That's how I got the job for catering the Osbourn-Rossi wedding. You don't have to worry about me disapproving of your relationship with Daniel. I would not have helped get you two together if I didn't know that the man upstairs loves you with all his heart. He moved to another country for you. I was not even willing to move across this one for Alena." He said with deep regret.

"I doubt it would happen without the job offer." She said trying to make her father feel better. It didn't because they both knew better.

"I don't believe that. He went to London for you. Before he left, Daniel came over here to talk to me about his decision and to ask permission to move in with you."

"He asked first?" She was shocked. Matt didn't do that. Neither did Walter.

"He has always known how important family is to you. Daniel has been a part of this family for a while. Personally, I wish he would ask for my permission to marry you but no one's perfect." Her father said with a smile less menacing than when he was upset that Matt only asked her to live with him.

"He already asked." She really didn't mean to say that out loud. It really just slipped out. She knew by her father's wide eyed expression that he heard everything.

"You're engaged? Betty actually saw her father looking for the ring.

"No. It wasn't even a real proposal." She could see the disappointment instantly in her father's eyes and for some reason she felt disappointed too. "We were talking a few days ago about a lot of different things including why I am absolutely convinced I can either have my white picket fence dream or my magazine EIC dream but not both. I'm not even completely sure what we were talking about any more. At some point Daniel said that if he thought I would say yes we would head down to Tiffany's immediately." She explained fidgeting with her bare ring finger.

"He doesn't think you'll say yes?" Her father asked.

"Daniel knows I'm scared but he also knows I'm in this for the long haul. Sometimes I think about all the things mom didn't get to do because she was already married before she was even old enough to drink and I wonder if she regrets the life she had. Mom was brilliant but she spent her life doing other people's laundry and cleaning houses. I know she had dreams beyond that." Betty actually had one tear falling down her cheek as she said this.

"There were other reasons beyond being married and having two children that prevented her from achieving a lot of her dreams." Her father said most likely referring to the racism and gender discrimination of the period. "You have more opportunities than she ever did. However, she never regretted having you and your sister."

"I know the world is different now but I can't help but wonder how many things I will miss out on by settling down now." Betty said quietly.

"That goes both ways, Mi hija. I wouldn't trade your homemade father's day cards or the years I had with your mother to be head chef of the best restaurant in the world. Those moments mean more to me than anything else. Who says you can't have both, anyway?"

"You're right. If Daniel didn't come with me, I probably would have not lasted two weeks at Hub before I put in my notice. He understands me in a way no one else does. He supports me and listens to me rant about everything I hate. Nobody believes I can be the EIC of London Hub more than Daniel. He let me go just so I could have a chance at my dream." Betty said smiling thinking about how much Daniel has really been there for her during this transition.

"There are many types of love in the world. Mature love is the type of love that grows with you. This person will encourage you to be more and follow your dreams. It is a love that changes as you change. This person will love you now as well as the person you will be 50 years from now. That type of love is more precious than everything else in the world. I think if you look at your heart, you will know that you already found that in Daniel." Her father said as he placed his finished dinner on the table. In her mind, she knew her father was right. Daniel was that love.

"Do you want some?" Her father asked before sitting down.

"That's okay, papá. I ate before you got here. You have to remind me to take some of the little boxes of flame with me. I can't find it yet. I'm exhausted anyway." Betty said getting up from the chair.

"We'll talk tomorrow over an early breakfast." Her father said quickly.

"Thanks, papá." Betty said kissing her father on the cheek before walking upstairs to the man she knew would always be there.

"Just make sure you lock the door, Mi hija."

To be continued