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Morgan's POV

My heart felt like it was going to jump out of my ribcage as I read the note. Was it really from him? Ciaran? My father? I debated about telling Mom about it, but decided not to. I finally had the chance to meet my father and I wasn't about to let anyone take it away from me.

I slept restlessly that night, tossing and turning until I was wrapped up in my sheets. Finally, the long anticipated morning came; I jumped out of bed and went downstairs, before I remembered that the note had said 3pm.Which was 5 long hours from now.

Time really crawls when you're looking forward to something. Mom went out at 1 to work and since it was a Saturday, I didn't have to go to school. At 2pm, I couldn't stand it anymore and I went to the park early, maybe he would be there already. He wasn't.

It was only when I got to the park and saw the many people there, did I realize that I wouldn't recognize my father even if he was standing right in front of me. My father could be anyone of the men in this park and I wouldn't know.

As it approached 3pm, a man I had never seen before but looked strangely familiar approached me.

"Are you Morgan Riordan?" he asked in what seemed to be a Scottish accent.

"Yes," I said, standing from the bench that I had been sitting on, "are you Ciaran MacEwan?" I asked him.

"Yes," he nodded, "you are my daughter, my youngest child." He looked at me curiously, and I felt him cast his senses towards me, I let him in, just inside enough to feel my confusion and see my doubts, before I pushed him out again.

"Impressive, you are powerful for your age," he told me, sounding somewhat proud.

"Shall we go somewhere more private?" Ciaran suggested.

I shrugged, "Okay, I guess we can go back to my house, Mom's at work." I told him. It was hard to believe that he was my dad. He WAS incredibly powerful, and charismatic, like Mom had told me.

As we walked the short walk back to my house, I asked him, "Did you love my Mom?"

"Yes, Morgan, I loved her very much, it hurt so much when she left me, I'm sorry that I hurt her the way I did." He sounded regretful, and his face betrayed his pain.

"Did you know that she was pregnant when she left you?" I asked, hoping with all my heart that the answer was no. That he hadn't abandoned me, too.

"Yes," he said softly, apologetically, "I did, but I couldn't find her, I tried many ways and means, but she blocked herself from me, until last night, her defenses were down, and I managed to locate her...and you."

Although this news cheered me up slightly, I wanted to know why Mom had blocked us from Ciaran. We reached the house, and I unlocked the door. What I didn't except to find... was Mom sitting on the couch, her posture, rigid and tense.

"Morgan, come here!" she commanded fiercely.

I obeyed. Not wanting to incur her wrath, I shrank to the side. Thankfully, Mom's attention was now fully on Ciaran, she stood up slowly.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She said angrily as I winced.

"Maeve, calm down, the child is still in the room, you're scaring her." Ciaran said, looking at me kindly.

"You don't know what scares her and what doesn't! You don't know her at all! And right now, you're the one who's scaring her!" Mom said furiously.

"No, he's not. I'm not scared." I spoke up.

Mom looked at me, and then said, "Morgan, go to the study, I'll be there soon." She didn't sound angry, her voice was unusually gentle.

"Okay," I said, running off to the study.

I couldn't hear what was going on outside, but I knew that Mom and Ciaran were talking about something serious.

About 5 minutes later, Mom came in. She sat down on one of the comfy chairs and put her hands on my shoulders, looking me straight in the eye.

"Do you want to get to know your father?" she asked. "Do you want him to stay here with us for a while?"

I thought about it for a while.

"Yes," I finally said, "yes, I want to get to know him. But would you mind if he stayed here, Mom? If it makes you upset, I don't want him to stay here." I told her, surprised at my own thoughtfulness.

"No," Mom said, "it's alright with me."

"Okay,"

She stood up and we went out to the living room together. Mom nodded to Ciaran and he seemed to understand.

"Morgan, show your father to the guest room," she said.

I nodded, "Follow me," I said.

I started for the stairs and he followed. I opened the door to the guest room on the 2nd floor for him.

"Make yourself at home, Ciaran," I said, wondering if he would mind if I called him Dad.

He seemed to have read my mind, because he said, "I wouldn't mind if you called me Dad, you know, that is, if you want to." He added hastily at the end.

"I wouldn't mind either, Dad." The name felt familiar yet strange at the same time.

He smiled. "If you need me, I'll be in my room, down the hall," I told him, then walked off.

I bumped into Mom as I turned the corner.

"Sorry!" I said.

"Morgan..." Mom said uncertainly, "how would you feel, if I and your father got back together?"

A/N: I think that was a cliffhanger...Sorta...Haha... So, please REVIEW!! Thanks a lot.