A/N: Hey! Sorry for the wait. Well here is the story...
Chapter 9 – Questions
Rory walked into the house with Lora at her side.
"MOM!"
"Lora!"
"Was that daddy?" Lora asked very seriously.
Rory didn't want to tell her. She was only in first grade for Christ sake! She didn't need to know. She had her own life to live.
"No, Lora, that was *not* your father." She said calmly.
"Oh," Lora said and looked to the ground. "Who *is* my father?"
Rory didn't know what to say. She never knew that a 6-year-old would have this much emotion in one question.
"Look honey..." Rory said. Lora lifted her head to look at her mother. "Your father left us. And I didn't intend on him coming back, ok? So can we please just drop it?" Rory felt tears stinging her eyes.
' 'Didn't' what does she mean by 'didn't'?' Lora thought. But she immediately excluded the thought.
"Yes, Mama."
"Thank you."
~~~ Later ~~~
The small couplet was in front of the tube, watching TV. The phone rang, Rory got up and walked into the kitchen and picked it up.
"Hello?" she asked the person on the other line.
"Is it true, Rory?" the person asked.
Rory softened her voice, "Jess, what are you doing calling here?!" she said, it was barely over a whisper.
"I *needed* to talk to you," his voice sounded hurt.
Rory had stinging behind her eyes again. "Jess, I..."
"Can we meet?" he asked.
Rory panicked. Did she want to see him? Did he really want to see her? What were they going to talk about? She didn't know.
She took a deep breath. "Sure."
~~~ The next morning, 11 AM ~~~
Rory opened the door into the coffee shop. 'Thank god he chose this place.' She thought.
She spotted him sitting in a booth. She walked over to him.
"Um... hey" she greeted
A/N: Tell me what you think!
Lori Teare
Chapter 9 – Questions
Rory walked into the house with Lora at her side.
"MOM!"
"Lora!"
"Was that daddy?" Lora asked very seriously.
Rory didn't want to tell her. She was only in first grade for Christ sake! She didn't need to know. She had her own life to live.
"No, Lora, that was *not* your father." She said calmly.
"Oh," Lora said and looked to the ground. "Who *is* my father?"
Rory didn't know what to say. She never knew that a 6-year-old would have this much emotion in one question.
"Look honey..." Rory said. Lora lifted her head to look at her mother. "Your father left us. And I didn't intend on him coming back, ok? So can we please just drop it?" Rory felt tears stinging her eyes.
' 'Didn't' what does she mean by 'didn't'?' Lora thought. But she immediately excluded the thought.
"Yes, Mama."
"Thank you."
~~~ Later ~~~
The small couplet was in front of the tube, watching TV. The phone rang, Rory got up and walked into the kitchen and picked it up.
"Hello?" she asked the person on the other line.
"Is it true, Rory?" the person asked.
Rory softened her voice, "Jess, what are you doing calling here?!" she said, it was barely over a whisper.
"I *needed* to talk to you," his voice sounded hurt.
Rory had stinging behind her eyes again. "Jess, I..."
"Can we meet?" he asked.
Rory panicked. Did she want to see him? Did he really want to see her? What were they going to talk about? She didn't know.
She took a deep breath. "Sure."
~~~ The next morning, 11 AM ~~~
Rory opened the door into the coffee shop. 'Thank god he chose this place.' She thought.
She spotted him sitting in a booth. She walked over to him.
"Um... hey" she greeted
A/N: Tell me what you think!
Lori Teare