Go On
Revelation
Disclaimer: As usual, I own no one except Rhiannon
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"Oh my God, look at you!" John exclaimed, hugging Rhiannon. "You cut your hair!" Her long blonde hair was now just above her shoulders. She had taken off a good four inches of hair AT LEAST.
"Daddy, how's Auntie Trish and Uncle Chris?" she asked, noting her father seemed in a better mood. Before he had left for Missouri, he had been mopey and distant.
"The proud parents to Lian Reese, Randi Jade and Ryleigh Keith," he said.
Rhiannon was nine years old, going on ten in the matter of a week. She was five foot six with now shoulder-length blonde hair. Her emotional blue eyes had belonged to Randy. Like him, John was able to tell how she was feeling by the look in her eyes. She was a normal pre-teen girl except in one aspect.
She hated the color pink, and she preferred black.
"Sweetie, interesting outfit," John said, glancing at his daughter's outfit. She wore loose black jeans, a baggy black t-shirt and black combat boots. "Where's Uncle Lance?"
"By baggage claim," she declared, taking John by the hand. She pulled him through the crowded airport. Shaking his head, John had to smirk. Her mannerisms, the little things she did...they were pure Randy.
Lance stood by the luggage carosel. John had to divert his glance, as those familiar feelings bubbled up. He gently squeezed Rhiannon's hand. He had to admit these feelings soon.
"You look great," Lance murmured, hugging him. "I got your luggage," He gestured to the two suitcases. "What do you think of Rhiannon's new haircut?"
"I was stunned. Not that you don't look pretty, Dear. When and why did you cut your hair?" John asked, gently running his fingers through her hair. She giggled.
"I got tired of having Uncle Lance or you take an hour to brush it. Now, it only takes five minutes!" she laughed. "Did you see Papa?"
"Yes, I did. His grave is still as nice as ever," John replied. Closing his eyes, John realized something was up with Rhiannon. She had only started dressing all in black a few weeks back. What had led to this drastic change in his little girl?
"Daddy, can I go to Madison's house?" she asked, referring to her best friend. John sighed, knowing she always felt better when she was with Madison.
"Sweetie, why don't you invite Madison to our house? I'll make your favorite," Lance said, glancing knowingly at John. Rhiannon grinned.
"Pizza burgers with sweet potatoe fries?" she asked. He nodded. She hugged him. In her mind, Lance was awesome. She was right. He WAS pretty awesome.
"She's growing up so fast," Lance remarked. "Do you ever think about having another one?" John sighed, before nodding slowly.
"I love her so much. Some days, I would love another child. Other days, I miss Randy, and can't imagine why I would ever want another child. On those days, my mind tells me I'm acting as if Rhiannon wasn't good enough," he said.
They drove home in relative silence, only stopping to pick Madison DeWitt up. The ten-year-old was Rhiannon's best friend.
"Hello, Mr. Evers," Madison said, glancing at Rhiannon. "Hello, Mr. Cena-Orton. Was that right?" John covered his mouth and tried not to snicker.
Lance was also acting very strangely. He seemed distant. He seemed irritable. John couldn't figure it out. What was wrong?
After they got home, Rhiannon and Madison ran to her bedroom. Lance sat down, in the kitchen. He sighed, pouring himself a glass of wine.
"What's wrong?" John asked, watching Lance. The other man sighed.
"I'm betraying Darrin," he said. John didn't quite understand. What was he talking about? "I vowed to never love again,"
Shaking his head, John sighed. Lance couldn't have fallen in love with him. That would have been an incredibly odd coincidence.
"What?" John asked, gently touching his hand. Lance sighed, dabbing his eyes with a paper towel.
"I've started to move on... and it scares me. I don't EVER want to have to go through the pain of losing someone I love," he murmured. "John, I've fallen madly in love with you,"
"So have I," the words were inaudible. Lance understood. Then, he leaned forward and hastily pressed his lips to John.
The world melted away. Years of emotion were revealed in one kiss. Both of their uncertainty was in the kiss. It was undescribable in every way possible.
"It's about time!" Rhiannon exclaimed, walking around the couple. John broke the kiss, and glanced at his daughter.
"What's that supposed to mean, Rhi?" he asked, ruffling his daughter's hair. It would take a while, but John would get used to it...EVENTUALLY.
"It was too obvious," she said, going back to her bedroom.
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