Jack's POV

"Ace. Ace, stop!" I said, pulling my hand out of hers when we got onto the sidewalk. "Are you's ok?"

She stood there for a moment, then tears started to run down her face.

"No." She fianlly answered. "I don't think so."

I led her to a bench and sat her down on it. I crouched down in front of her and grabbed her hands.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Well..." She started through her tears. "After lunch, I was planning on going up to my dads office to ask him to walk me down the aisle at our wedding." She explained. "I really wanted him there. I mean, he's my dad. He may not be perfect, but he's still my dad. But after what he said... what he did... I just don't know anymore." She sobbed, collapsing into my arms. I sat there and let her cry for a moment before moving to sit up on the bench next to her. Once she stopped crying, I wiped the tears off my face, then kissed my cheek.

"I's still think we's should 'ave 'im dere." I started.

"You do?" She asked, looking up at me.

"Yeah. He's your father, Ace. You'll be sad if he ain't dere." I explained.

"Yeah, I guess." She said before breaking down into tears again. She leaned on me and let her tears flow, and I just rubbed her arm comfortingly.

While she was crying, I saw Davey and Race walk by, stacks of papes in their hands.

"Hey, Katherine, you ok?" Davey asked when he spotted us.

"Yeah. I'm fine." She said, sitting up and wiping the tears off her face. "Rough morning."

"Are you's sure?" Race asked.

"I am. I promise." She smiled sadly. "Go back to selling. Looks like you boys got a lot of work to do."

"Ok." Davey said, resting his hand on her shoulder for a moment before walking off with Race. Once they were gone, she leaned her head on my shoulder, but her eyes stayed dry this time.

After a few moments of silence, I kissed the top of her head, then stood up and said, "Come on."

"Where are we going?" She asked, standing up.

"To talk to your father." I said, reaching for her hand.

"W-Why?" She studdered. "Why now?"

"Da soona' we's make dis right, da betta'." I said, leading her back towards my office.

"Jack, my fathers going to kick your ass if we go in there now!" She exclaimed, stopping and pulling her hand out of mine, effectively making me stop in my tracks.

"What, you think I can't take 'im?" I joked, and she blushed. "And I's wasn't goin' in. You's are."

"Yeah... ok." She gave in, reaching out for my hand again. I took it in mine and we started walking again towards my office.

XXX

Katherine's POV

I took a deep breath as I stepped off the elevator onto my fathers floor in The World headquarters. Hannah looked up and smiled sadly at me.

"Are you here to see your dad?" She asked.

"Y-yeah." I studdered, suddenly wishing I had Jack by my side. I hated to admit it, but I was stronger with him by my side. He went back to his office when we got back into the building, and I promised I would stop by and see him when I was done. I only wanted to take lunch off from work, but it was looking more and more like I wouldn't be going back at all this afternoon, which I was ok with. I had gotten most of my work done in the morning, and I wasn't going to be able to focus at work after all this anyway.

Hannah nodded, then led me to the doors that went into his office. As she pulled them open, I felt a new wave of nerves wash over me. I wasn't sure how my father would react to me asking him about walking me down the aisle, even before the outburst before. Now I wasn't even sure he would be there at all.

If there was any exchange between Hannah and my dad before I entered his office, I didn't hear it. I was too absorbed in my own thoughts.

"H-hi Dad." I said as Hannah walked out.

"I see that boy isn't here. Did you finally come to your senses and leave him?" My dad said as I approached his desk. He didn't even look up from his work.

"I love him, Dad." I whispered. And I'm having his baby. I added silently to myself. I wasn't going to remind him of that fact. I didn't want to get him any angrier than he already was.

"How could you possibly love that horrid boy?" My dad demanded, finally looking up from what he was doing.

"Dad, please don't." I pleaded, tears forming in my eyes. He just started at me, disgust in his eyes.

"He's going to take care of me. And our baby." I said in a small voice, deciding that maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all to bring it up.

"Is that why your marrying him? Because he got you pregnant? Because I can..." My dad started, but I cut him off.

"No! No, Dad. I really truly love him, and want to spend the rest of my life with him." I explained.

He made a sour face before standing up and walking around his desk, then pulling me into a hug.

"If you love him, dearest, I'll be there." He said finally. I'm not sure what changed his mind, but I'm glad he did.

"There's... one more thing." I said, pulling away.

"Yes?" He asked.

"I... I wanted you to walk me down the aisle." I said, looking at the floor. When he didn't say anything, I looked up at him to see a contemplative look on his face. Finally, he responded.

"Of corse I will, darling." He said, pulling me into another hug. I couldn't remember the last time he and I were this close.