A/N - This chapter is from Kacey's POV . A big event in this chapter, as
always please R&R. Many thanks to...
Nicole for the help!
Everyone who reviewed this fic or any of my other fics!
Becky for ............being her ;-)
The many carbies/ ER fans that I chat on MSN and AIM, for being great people and for using up so much of my spare time.
Charli and Hna from being the other 2, to make up the famous 3 chicks from the not so Moulin rouge!
Last but not least thanks to Emmie for letting me force ER on her and becoming a good law abiding carby!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Kacey~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You would not believe what a day today was. Mom came in late this morning and hurried straight off to the hospital to be with Ceara. Anyway about an hour later, she phoned from the hospital, asking if I could come over to the hospital and bring Ceara's birth certificate with me. Mom had rushed off in such a hurry that she forgot it and so under her instructions I began searching for the birth certificate in the mess that is her desk.
I rooted through all of the drawers and in the very bottom of one of the drawers I found a box, there was a lock on it, but the lock wasn't done up. I know I shouldn't have looked inside, I shouldn't have even thought about it, but something inside me was telling me to look, so I did.
There were a couple of photographs, torn and wrinkled, of my mom, many years ago. In the photographs she was sitting, leaning her head against the chest of some guy. I screwed up my eyes and squint, to see that it wasn't just *some guy* in the photographs, it was the guy from the hospital yesterday, they guy mom used to date. Mom looked so cosy in the photos, something she never looked with Derek, or even with my dad.
I looked beneath the thick wad of photographs to find what seems like a hundred sheets of paper. I tipped the contents of the box out onto the floor and out rolled a ring. It looked very much like an engagement ring and I slipped it onto my finger to find that it was a perfect fit. It looked good and it took all my heart to stop me from stealing it, instead I leafed through the stacks of paper, briefly reading the writing. They were letters, some of them a couple of pages long, all starting the same, 'Dear John,' I picked the shortest letter out of the pile, possibly the most recent one and began to read.....
'Dear John, How are you? I hope that everything is going well for you. I need to tell you something, something really important. You have no many how many times I've tried to write this letter, I don't know if I will even post this letter, but if I do, I need you to read this. I need you to read and not to be upset, because believe me, that's the last thing I want.
'Let me tell you... I'm married to a wonderful man - Derek, I have a beautiful daughter called Ceara with him. I also have a daughter from a previous marriage called Kacey. Well she's what I need to talk to you about; she's not exactly from a previous marriage. John, you're her father. There's so much to explain to you and I can't do it in a letter, I'll explain it to you some time John, I promise.'
I almost dropped the letter in shock, I couldn't believe it - how could he be my father? I mean he's a great guy and all, but - my father? I read through the other letters, they all said the same thing. I just can't believe it.
Nicole for the help!
Everyone who reviewed this fic or any of my other fics!
Becky for ............being her ;-)
The many carbies/ ER fans that I chat on MSN and AIM, for being great people and for using up so much of my spare time.
Charli and Hna from being the other 2, to make up the famous 3 chicks from the not so Moulin rouge!
Last but not least thanks to Emmie for letting me force ER on her and becoming a good law abiding carby!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Kacey~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You would not believe what a day today was. Mom came in late this morning and hurried straight off to the hospital to be with Ceara. Anyway about an hour later, she phoned from the hospital, asking if I could come over to the hospital and bring Ceara's birth certificate with me. Mom had rushed off in such a hurry that she forgot it and so under her instructions I began searching for the birth certificate in the mess that is her desk.
I rooted through all of the drawers and in the very bottom of one of the drawers I found a box, there was a lock on it, but the lock wasn't done up. I know I shouldn't have looked inside, I shouldn't have even thought about it, but something inside me was telling me to look, so I did.
There were a couple of photographs, torn and wrinkled, of my mom, many years ago. In the photographs she was sitting, leaning her head against the chest of some guy. I screwed up my eyes and squint, to see that it wasn't just *some guy* in the photographs, it was the guy from the hospital yesterday, they guy mom used to date. Mom looked so cosy in the photos, something she never looked with Derek, or even with my dad.
I looked beneath the thick wad of photographs to find what seems like a hundred sheets of paper. I tipped the contents of the box out onto the floor and out rolled a ring. It looked very much like an engagement ring and I slipped it onto my finger to find that it was a perfect fit. It looked good and it took all my heart to stop me from stealing it, instead I leafed through the stacks of paper, briefly reading the writing. They were letters, some of them a couple of pages long, all starting the same, 'Dear John,' I picked the shortest letter out of the pile, possibly the most recent one and began to read.....
'Dear John, How are you? I hope that everything is going well for you. I need to tell you something, something really important. You have no many how many times I've tried to write this letter, I don't know if I will even post this letter, but if I do, I need you to read this. I need you to read and not to be upset, because believe me, that's the last thing I want.
'Let me tell you... I'm married to a wonderful man - Derek, I have a beautiful daughter called Ceara with him. I also have a daughter from a previous marriage called Kacey. Well she's what I need to talk to you about; she's not exactly from a previous marriage. John, you're her father. There's so much to explain to you and I can't do it in a letter, I'll explain it to you some time John, I promise.'
I almost dropped the letter in shock, I couldn't believe it - how could he be my father? I mean he's a great guy and all, but - my father? I read through the other letters, they all said the same thing. I just can't believe it.