Come Back to Me
Chapter Ten
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE REVIEWS. I REALLY APPRECIATE EVERYONE REPLYING. IT MAKES ME WANT TO WRITE. A SPECIAL THANKS TO MASQUERADE, ICE, EDELE LANE, APRIL, MICHEL AND DEVILGIRL FOR FAITHFULLY READING AND REPLYING. AWW, JUST THANKS TO EVERYBODY! AND THANKS TO KELLI, WHO READ IT WHEN I WAS PROOFREADING AND ENCOURAGING ME TO POST IT.
Sydney was released from the hospital a week later. She was now standing in the center of the nursery, cooing quietly to the little girl.
"Hey, Sweetie. How are you tonight? I love you and you know what? Your daddy loves you. He would be here if he could."
"And I can."
Sydney stopped and turned around.
"You were real."
"I was. I couldn't stay through. Remember, you were in a SD-6 hospital."
"How did you...I thought you were..."
"I was almost."
Sydney punched his jaw with one hand, cradling the baby in the other hand. He looked away from her.
"HOW COULD YOU HAVE DONE THIS?! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I CRIED AT YOUR GRAVE A WEEK? YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN HERE THROUGH THE MORNING SICKNESS, THE CRAVINGS, IN THE DELIVERY ROOM! NOT WILL! YOU!"
"I was tortured, Sydney. When Sloane figured he wouldn't get anything out of me, he unhooked me from the chair to kill me. I pushed him into it and latched him in. But when I left the room, the guards were shooting at me. I could hardly walk and I got shot four times. I got away from the building, but fell unconcious. A man found me, but I kept him from taking me to a hospital. Then, I fell into a coma for a month. When I woke up, I was still pretty unhealthy. It took me another month to recooperate. I decided you would be better off without me."
"How did you come to that conclusion? This was my decision, not yours."
"I wanted to protect you."
"You put me in more pain while you were gone."
"I'm sorry, Sweetheart."
Sydney nodded.
"But a few months later, I needed to make sure you alright. I didn't know you were pregnant. You seemed to be fine, so I let you be. But I started to watch you. You're my addiction, Sydney. I couldn't just let you go."
"The other night."
"It was me. I saw you with Mr. Tippin. I thought you had moved on. But I found out soon after that you were pregnant. The moment I discovered this, you had gone into labor, I was desparate to get into the delivery room. I forged college certificates and acted as a doctor for the day, but they paged me to go somewhere else. But I did see Mercy. Gosh, I missed you so much."
Sydney's eyes had welled up.
"I missed you."
"I know I never nearly told you that I loved you enough. I do though. I love you."
Sydney grinned.
"I knew. And I love you. I thought I had died when I found out."
"But we're together now."
Sark had moved behind her.
"Can I?"
Sydney nodded and transferred her to Sark's arms.
"Mercy, meet your Daddy."
The baby cooed and balled her fist in the air. Sark's eyes were now a watery blue. He pulled Sydney to him.
"She's an angel."
"Our angel."
They stood together, content.
"Are we a family, Syd?"
"In our own screwed up version."
Sydney stood on her tiptoe and kissed Sark softly. The baby protested at being smushed between the two. Sydney giggled.
"Let's put her down."
Andrew carefully put her in the crib. Sydney pulled him out into the living room to talk.
She sat in his lap comfortably. He was brushing his fingers through her hair. They were just happy to be silent, neither approaching the last seven months that he had missed. The door opened and shut, Will, who was followed by Francie came in.
"Is the little one...why is he here?"
Sydney's eyes lit up.
"Francie, Andrew is Mercy's father."
Francie slapped him hard across the cheek.
"Nice to see you again, too."
"HOW DARE YOU LEAVE HER!"
Sydney placed her head on his shoulder and touched his cheek gently.
"You're going to have a bruise."
"Violent women in this house. Mercy may have some bad influences."
"This is coming from you, Mr. Torture-Then-Kill."
He smirked impishly.
"Okay. What?" Francie asked.
"I punched him in the jaw when he came in."
Will was in a state of shock.
"Sark is her father."
"Yes. Will, please, don't be angry."
"That's what Jack meant."
"What?"
"He said he couldn't believe that someone so innocent could come from someone so evil."
"He didn't know."
"Oh..."
"Did he?"
Sydney's mind wandered back to every conversation she'd had with her father. Forgetting Francie was there, she said, "Only person who knew who you were was my mother. He, He listened in! I can't believe him!"
Will flinched. Sark ran his hand down her arm.
"He always does this!"
"Calm down, Sweetheart."
Sydney took a deep breath.
"I was being kind of secretive."
"Do you think anyone else knows?"
"I don't know."
Sark held Sydney closer to him than before. He couldn't be near enough to her since he got back. Francie was incredibly confused, but none of them wanted to explain it to her. Sydney interlocked their fingers together and Sark kissed her knuckles.
"WWWAAAAA!!!"
"Let me get her, please." Sark requested earnestly.
Sydney nodded and shifted so he could get up.
"So, that's him." Francie commented.
"It is."
Sydney looked absolutely ecstatic.
"You look so happy. I can't believe you took him back."
"There were circumstances you don't understand. He didn't even know I was pregnant. When he had to leave, he really had to."
Will understood a deeper meaning, but Francie shrugged.
"He is hot."
Sydney felt the tension fall away.
"Yeah. He is." She stood up and left to watch Andrew with their baby.
He was rocking Mercy back and forth. He was muttering quietly to her in Italian, smoothing her powdery soft head. Sydney leaned against the door jam. She watched him with steady eyes, drinking in the sweetness of the situation. Andrew Sark, Mr. Sark, was rocking a baby to sleep. No one would ever even think about it.
"Are you going to stand there all night or are you actually going to come in?"
"I like watching you."
"Indeed." He stood up, placing Mercy in her crib. He took her hands in his and said quietly, "So, do your friends expect you to come back to talk to them tonight?"
Sydney shook her head. "Not necessarily."
"Good." With that, Sark lowered his mouth on Sydney's and kissed her heavily, the repercussions of him returning far from both of their minds.
Chapter Ten
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE REVIEWS. I REALLY APPRECIATE EVERYONE REPLYING. IT MAKES ME WANT TO WRITE. A SPECIAL THANKS TO MASQUERADE, ICE, EDELE LANE, APRIL, MICHEL AND DEVILGIRL FOR FAITHFULLY READING AND REPLYING. AWW, JUST THANKS TO EVERYBODY! AND THANKS TO KELLI, WHO READ IT WHEN I WAS PROOFREADING AND ENCOURAGING ME TO POST IT.
Sydney was released from the hospital a week later. She was now standing in the center of the nursery, cooing quietly to the little girl.
"Hey, Sweetie. How are you tonight? I love you and you know what? Your daddy loves you. He would be here if he could."
"And I can."
Sydney stopped and turned around.
"You were real."
"I was. I couldn't stay through. Remember, you were in a SD-6 hospital."
"How did you...I thought you were..."
"I was almost."
Sydney punched his jaw with one hand, cradling the baby in the other hand. He looked away from her.
"HOW COULD YOU HAVE DONE THIS?! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I CRIED AT YOUR GRAVE A WEEK? YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN HERE THROUGH THE MORNING SICKNESS, THE CRAVINGS, IN THE DELIVERY ROOM! NOT WILL! YOU!"
"I was tortured, Sydney. When Sloane figured he wouldn't get anything out of me, he unhooked me from the chair to kill me. I pushed him into it and latched him in. But when I left the room, the guards were shooting at me. I could hardly walk and I got shot four times. I got away from the building, but fell unconcious. A man found me, but I kept him from taking me to a hospital. Then, I fell into a coma for a month. When I woke up, I was still pretty unhealthy. It took me another month to recooperate. I decided you would be better off without me."
"How did you come to that conclusion? This was my decision, not yours."
"I wanted to protect you."
"You put me in more pain while you were gone."
"I'm sorry, Sweetheart."
Sydney nodded.
"But a few months later, I needed to make sure you alright. I didn't know you were pregnant. You seemed to be fine, so I let you be. But I started to watch you. You're my addiction, Sydney. I couldn't just let you go."
"The other night."
"It was me. I saw you with Mr. Tippin. I thought you had moved on. But I found out soon after that you were pregnant. The moment I discovered this, you had gone into labor, I was desparate to get into the delivery room. I forged college certificates and acted as a doctor for the day, but they paged me to go somewhere else. But I did see Mercy. Gosh, I missed you so much."
Sydney's eyes had welled up.
"I missed you."
"I know I never nearly told you that I loved you enough. I do though. I love you."
Sydney grinned.
"I knew. And I love you. I thought I had died when I found out."
"But we're together now."
Sark had moved behind her.
"Can I?"
Sydney nodded and transferred her to Sark's arms.
"Mercy, meet your Daddy."
The baby cooed and balled her fist in the air. Sark's eyes were now a watery blue. He pulled Sydney to him.
"She's an angel."
"Our angel."
They stood together, content.
"Are we a family, Syd?"
"In our own screwed up version."
Sydney stood on her tiptoe and kissed Sark softly. The baby protested at being smushed between the two. Sydney giggled.
"Let's put her down."
Andrew carefully put her in the crib. Sydney pulled him out into the living room to talk.
She sat in his lap comfortably. He was brushing his fingers through her hair. They were just happy to be silent, neither approaching the last seven months that he had missed. The door opened and shut, Will, who was followed by Francie came in.
"Is the little one...why is he here?"
Sydney's eyes lit up.
"Francie, Andrew is Mercy's father."
Francie slapped him hard across the cheek.
"Nice to see you again, too."
"HOW DARE YOU LEAVE HER!"
Sydney placed her head on his shoulder and touched his cheek gently.
"You're going to have a bruise."
"Violent women in this house. Mercy may have some bad influences."
"This is coming from you, Mr. Torture-Then-Kill."
He smirked impishly.
"Okay. What?" Francie asked.
"I punched him in the jaw when he came in."
Will was in a state of shock.
"Sark is her father."
"Yes. Will, please, don't be angry."
"That's what Jack meant."
"What?"
"He said he couldn't believe that someone so innocent could come from someone so evil."
"He didn't know."
"Oh..."
"Did he?"
Sydney's mind wandered back to every conversation she'd had with her father. Forgetting Francie was there, she said, "Only person who knew who you were was my mother. He, He listened in! I can't believe him!"
Will flinched. Sark ran his hand down her arm.
"He always does this!"
"Calm down, Sweetheart."
Sydney took a deep breath.
"I was being kind of secretive."
"Do you think anyone else knows?"
"I don't know."
Sark held Sydney closer to him than before. He couldn't be near enough to her since he got back. Francie was incredibly confused, but none of them wanted to explain it to her. Sydney interlocked their fingers together and Sark kissed her knuckles.
"WWWAAAAA!!!"
"Let me get her, please." Sark requested earnestly.
Sydney nodded and shifted so he could get up.
"So, that's him." Francie commented.
"It is."
Sydney looked absolutely ecstatic.
"You look so happy. I can't believe you took him back."
"There were circumstances you don't understand. He didn't even know I was pregnant. When he had to leave, he really had to."
Will understood a deeper meaning, but Francie shrugged.
"He is hot."
Sydney felt the tension fall away.
"Yeah. He is." She stood up and left to watch Andrew with their baby.
He was rocking Mercy back and forth. He was muttering quietly to her in Italian, smoothing her powdery soft head. Sydney leaned against the door jam. She watched him with steady eyes, drinking in the sweetness of the situation. Andrew Sark, Mr. Sark, was rocking a baby to sleep. No one would ever even think about it.
"Are you going to stand there all night or are you actually going to come in?"
"I like watching you."
"Indeed." He stood up, placing Mercy in her crib. He took her hands in his and said quietly, "So, do your friends expect you to come back to talk to them tonight?"
Sydney shook her head. "Not necessarily."
"Good." With that, Sark lowered his mouth on Sydney's and kissed her heavily, the repercussions of him returning far from both of their minds.