Chapter 5:
A few hours later, I went downstairs for dinner. I was starving! Miguel had already
left. I had seen his car pull out of the driveway an hour ago from my upstairs bedroom window.
When I went to the kitchen, I noticed Daddy was there.
"Hi, honey," he said, kissing my forehead. He noticed from my eyes that something
had happened. "Is everything alright, Kay?"
"Sort of, Daddy," I told him. "I told Miguel today how I feel about him."
"Oh!" he answered enthusiastically, raising an eyebrow. "And how did he take it?"
"He said we were only meant to be friends. Which deep down in my heart I know is
true, but I love him nonetheless and it hurts."
"Of course it does," Sam nodded, hugging me affectionately. "I should know; I've
been through the heartache of first loves."
"What do you mean?" I asked, confused. Mother wasn't Daddy's first love?
"Well, Kay," Sam said, grabbing a snack and gesturing for me to join him at the table.
Once we were seated, he continued. "My first love was a beautiful woman who I fell madly in
love when I was around your age. And she loved me too, very much. She still does, I know.
What she doesn't know is that I still harbor the same feelings for her that I did 25 years ago."
"Oh wow," I gasped. Daddy had never mentioned another woman he had loved besides
Mother. "Do you still want to be with her?"
"Yes, Kay," Daddy admitted. "I do. I care for your mother very much, but my heart
belongs to my first love. You mustn't tell anyone, Kay. This stays between us."
I nodded, but another thought struck my head. "Who is she?"
"Ivy Crane," he answered, her name rolling off his tongue ever so smoothly. I could
tell he REALLY loved her. It was the same way I felt for Miguel.
"How come it didn't work out?" I asked, curiously. "I mean she still loves you like you
say."
"Yes," Daddy nodded. "But our societal rank was different. Her parents married her
off to Julian Crane, and in the process separated us forever. After all, I was just the son of the
Chief of Police. I couldn't give her the kind of life Julian could." His eyes took on a faraway
glance as if he was remembering good times with Ivy.
"Maybe not," I insisted, "but you could give her love. That's what she wanted anyway,
right? And I'm sure she didn't get that with Julian."
Daddy nodded once again. "You're right, Kay. But it's too late now. I have a family
with your mother and I love you kids. Sometimes when I look at you, though, I see how you
resemble Ivy. Not Grace."
"Oh really?" I asked, amused yet confused. "How? Doesn't she have blonde hair and
blue eyes?"
"Yes," Daddy laughed. "You don't look like her per say, but you two are alike. You
both have this inner strength and admirable determination. You both are the kind of people
that know what they want and are dead set on getting it."
I smiled. It was nice to see that Daddy thought that my behavior was that of
determination rather than manipulation.
"Why don't you be with her, Daddy?" I questioned him.
He raised his eyebrows at me in surprise. "What?" he asked. "Kay, how can you say
that? I mean, would you actually want me to divorce your mother?"
"Yes," I insisted. "Daddy, Mother doesn't love me. She just acts like she does when
you're around. Please, if you really love me, do what will make you happy in your heart."
Daddy leaned over in his seat, taken aback by the conversation we had just shared.
"All right, Kay," he said slowly. "I'm not much of a spontaneous guy, but I'm going to
take your advice and use it." He grabbed his jacket, and put it on.
I smiled up at him, encouraging him with my eyes. "Are you going to her?"
"Uh-huh," he said, kissing me on top of my head. He made a move towards the door,
but stopped in his tracks a second later. "Wait a minute, what about you? I'm sorry, honey,
I've been so wrapped up telling you about Ivy that I forgot about your situation with Miguel."
"Don't worry, Daddy," I assured him. "If Miguel loves me, he knows where to find me.
Who knows - maybe he will one day spring the surprise on me that you are planning to spring
on Ivy?!"
The End
{a/n: a bit of an abrupt ending i know. but thats how i like it. ;) ok, if this story
generated positive feedback, i might have a sequel. especially since i haven't concluded the
grace/charity/jessica storyline. i'm not usually up on the whole having a sequel to stories thing,
but maybe i will with this one. after all, i liked the fic. and i hope u did, too. r/r!}
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A few hours later, I went downstairs for dinner. I was starving! Miguel had already
left. I had seen his car pull out of the driveway an hour ago from my upstairs bedroom window.
When I went to the kitchen, I noticed Daddy was there.
"Hi, honey," he said, kissing my forehead. He noticed from my eyes that something
had happened. "Is everything alright, Kay?"
"Sort of, Daddy," I told him. "I told Miguel today how I feel about him."
"Oh!" he answered enthusiastically, raising an eyebrow. "And how did he take it?"
"He said we were only meant to be friends. Which deep down in my heart I know is
true, but I love him nonetheless and it hurts."
"Of course it does," Sam nodded, hugging me affectionately. "I should know; I've
been through the heartache of first loves."
"What do you mean?" I asked, confused. Mother wasn't Daddy's first love?
"Well, Kay," Sam said, grabbing a snack and gesturing for me to join him at the table.
Once we were seated, he continued. "My first love was a beautiful woman who I fell madly in
love when I was around your age. And she loved me too, very much. She still does, I know.
What she doesn't know is that I still harbor the same feelings for her that I did 25 years ago."
"Oh wow," I gasped. Daddy had never mentioned another woman he had loved besides
Mother. "Do you still want to be with her?"
"Yes, Kay," Daddy admitted. "I do. I care for your mother very much, but my heart
belongs to my first love. You mustn't tell anyone, Kay. This stays between us."
I nodded, but another thought struck my head. "Who is she?"
"Ivy Crane," he answered, her name rolling off his tongue ever so smoothly. I could
tell he REALLY loved her. It was the same way I felt for Miguel.
"How come it didn't work out?" I asked, curiously. "I mean she still loves you like you
say."
"Yes," Daddy nodded. "But our societal rank was different. Her parents married her
off to Julian Crane, and in the process separated us forever. After all, I was just the son of the
Chief of Police. I couldn't give her the kind of life Julian could." His eyes took on a faraway
glance as if he was remembering good times with Ivy.
"Maybe not," I insisted, "but you could give her love. That's what she wanted anyway,
right? And I'm sure she didn't get that with Julian."
Daddy nodded once again. "You're right, Kay. But it's too late now. I have a family
with your mother and I love you kids. Sometimes when I look at you, though, I see how you
resemble Ivy. Not Grace."
"Oh really?" I asked, amused yet confused. "How? Doesn't she have blonde hair and
blue eyes?"
"Yes," Daddy laughed. "You don't look like her per say, but you two are alike. You
both have this inner strength and admirable determination. You both are the kind of people
that know what they want and are dead set on getting it."
I smiled. It was nice to see that Daddy thought that my behavior was that of
determination rather than manipulation.
"Why don't you be with her, Daddy?" I questioned him.
He raised his eyebrows at me in surprise. "What?" he asked. "Kay, how can you say
that? I mean, would you actually want me to divorce your mother?"
"Yes," I insisted. "Daddy, Mother doesn't love me. She just acts like she does when
you're around. Please, if you really love me, do what will make you happy in your heart."
Daddy leaned over in his seat, taken aback by the conversation we had just shared.
"All right, Kay," he said slowly. "I'm not much of a spontaneous guy, but I'm going to
take your advice and use it." He grabbed his jacket, and put it on.
I smiled up at him, encouraging him with my eyes. "Are you going to her?"
"Uh-huh," he said, kissing me on top of my head. He made a move towards the door,
but stopped in his tracks a second later. "Wait a minute, what about you? I'm sorry, honey,
I've been so wrapped up telling you about Ivy that I forgot about your situation with Miguel."
"Don't worry, Daddy," I assured him. "If Miguel loves me, he knows where to find me.
Who knows - maybe he will one day spring the surprise on me that you are planning to spring
on Ivy?!"
The End
{a/n: a bit of an abrupt ending i know. but thats how i like it. ;) ok, if this story
generated positive feedback, i might have a sequel. especially since i haven't concluded the
grace/charity/jessica storyline. i'm not usually up on the whole having a sequel to stories thing,
but maybe i will with this one. after all, i liked the fic. and i hope u did, too. r/r!}
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