3 months later

Michael pulled up in front of Pryor Electric and parked his car. After a few minutes, he opened the door and climbed out of the car. Slowly he made his way up the sidewalk to the front door. Opening the door, he stepped inside. His eyes scanned the store, looking for Jack. Finally he saw his standing near the counter, talking to Henry.

Slowly he made his way towards the counter. Henry was facing him, while Jack was standing with his back to him. Henry's eyes widened as Michael approached the counter. When he stopped speaking, Jack turned slowly to see Michael standing behind him.

"Mr. Pryor…"

"I have nothing to say to you."

He started to walk towards the back room when Michael said

"I need to talk to you about Meg."

Jack stopped but didn't turn around. Michael slowly made his way over to where Jack was standing.

"Please Mr. Pryor." He said, "Just hear me out."

"Follow me." He said, walking towards the back of the store.

They walked in the office and Jack closed the door. Michael walked over to the desk and took a seat. Jack walked around to the other side of the desk and took a seat. Neither of them spoke at first. Finally Michael said

"Meg is doing all right, in case you are wondering."

Jack didn't say anything.

"She just finished her classes at the college and she did really good. Got 2 A's and a B." Michael said, "She's working at the studio with me for the summer and the house is finished. We started moving this week."

Jack still hadn't said a word, just stared straight ahead.

"Mr. Pryor…Jack…I'm sorry for what has happened. I know you want to protect her because you love her but I love her too. Meg is the most important thing in my life."

"When Meg walked out, she turned her back on what we taught her, what the church taught her." He said, finally breaking the silence.

"I know you won't believe me but nothing has happened between me and Meg…and it won't happen until we are married. I care about her too much."

When Jack didn't respond, Michael looked down at his watch. Slowly he pushed his chair back and stood up.

"I've taken up enough of you time." He said, "Thank you sir."

He turned and walked over to the door. His hand closed around the handle. Opening the door, he paused for a moment, then stepped out. He walked into the store, stopping next to the counter. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled an envelope out of his pocket.

"Henry?"

Henry turned to him.

"Yes sir?"

Holding out the envelope, he said

"Could you see Jack gets this."

"Yes sir." He said, taking the envelope

"Thanks."

Michael slowly made his way towards the door. He walked out of the store and climbed into his car.

******

The office door opened a few minutes later and Jack stepped out. He walked over to the counter. Henry turned to him, holding out an envelope. As Jack took it, he said

"What's this."

"I was told to give it to you."

Jack opened the envelope and pulled out a piece of paper. After a few minutes, he folded the paper and stuck it in his pocket. Turning towards the door, he started to walk away. As he reached the door, he turned to Henry.

"If I'm not back by closing, can you lock up Henry?"

"Sure thing Mr. P." he said

Jack walked out of the store and over to his car.

******

Meg stood in the living room, surrounded by boxes. The movers had come and gone, leaving her with a mess. She looked at her watch and saw that it was almost 4 in the afternoon. She didn't believe how fast the day had flew by. However, she was grateful that Michael would be home soon so they could work on unpacking some of the boxes.

Taking a deep breath, she turned a box around and saw kitchen scribbled on the side. Picking up the box, she carried it into the kitchen and set it on the counter. She opened the box and began pulling out the plates that were wrapped in paper. Carefully she began stacking them on the counter. Reaching into the box again, she pulled out glasses and set them next to the plates.

She carried the box outside and set it by the side of the house. Turning she started to walk back in the house when she heard

"Meg?"

She didn't turn right away.

"Meg?"

Slowly she turned to see her father standing in the driveway. He walked up the driveway, stopping by the steps.

"Dad? What are you…How did you know…Why are you…"

Jack pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to her. She opened it and immediately recognized Michael's handwriting. Studying it a little closer, she saw it was direction to the house. Looking up at her father, she said

"Did Michael come to see you?"

"This afternoon." He said, "Can I come in."

"All right."

Meg turned and walked in the house with Jack following behind. She led him into the kitchen. He looked around but didn't say anything.

"Do you want to see the rest of the house?"

"Okay."

"Follow me."

She led him to a door. Pushing it open, they walked into the living room. Jack walked around, looking at the room.

"The movers left about an hour ago so its kind of a mess right now."

"It will take some time."

"I can show you the rest."

"All right."

She started down a hall, stopping at each door

"That's the bathroom." She said, opening the door.

She continued, opening another door.

"This is Michael's bedroom."

She walked down a little further and opened the final door.

"And this is my room until after the wedding."

"Your room?"

Meg turned to him.

"My room…where I am going to sleep until after the wedding." She said, "Did you think Michael and I…"

"You've been living with him for 3 months Meg."

"And for 3 months he's been sleeping on his couch. Dad, Michael respects my beliefs and he respects me."

Jack looked at his daughter, thinking how Helen was right. Meg was growing up and making her own decisions. While he may not like or support them, they were her decisions and he had to let her make them.

"Dad?"

"You're right."

"What?"

"You're right." He said, "I know you love Michael and I know he loves you. It doesn't mean I agree with you two living together but I want you to be happy."

"And I am." Meg said.

Jack looked at her again. He could see she was telling him the truth and while it wasn't something he always admitted to, this time he knew he was wrong. Slowly he opened his arms. Meg crossed the room, slipping her arms around his waist. As his arms closed around her, he whispered

"I love you Meg."

"I love you too dad."