Fenton's smile disappeared, and it was replaced with a look of shock. "My...my daughter?" He gaped.

Eileen nodded.

"But how?" Fenton asked, confused. "We only...Well, it was just one time, and were careful."

"I know, but after I went back to New Stork, I found out I was going to have her."

Fenton looked through the window and saw Ava sitting at their table. "I have a daughter," he choked out, then looked back at Eileen.

"You do."

"Does she-"

"No. She doesn't know. I want us both to tell her. Together."

Fenton nodded. "Okay." He looked up, breathless. "I have a daughter. I have a daughter!" His shock faded and turned into pure elation.

"Yes. Do you mind if we spend the night at your place? We can tell her in the morning."

"Not at all," Fenton answered, still trying to process the news. "Stay as long as you want."

"Don't let her know before then. She has no idea."

"Alright." He cleared his throat, composing himself. "Ready when you are."

They went back in the restaurant and sat down again. "Sorry for keeping you waiting," Fenton told Ava.

"It's okay, Mr. Crackshell," Ava said.

Soon, their food arrived. As Fenton ate, his hands trembled so much that he had trouble using his silverware.

Eileen cleared her throat, briefly glaring at him before saying, "Ava, we're going to spend the night at Mr. Crackshell's place, then we'll get a hotel in the morning."

"There's no rush," Fenton stammered. "I wouldn't just kick you out. I mean, you're here on vacation, so why don't you stay awhile?"

"That's very kind of you, Fenton, but we'll be fine. We're only in town for a few days."

Fenton's face fell, but he nodded.

After they finished eating, the three took a cab to Fenton's home.

Fenton Crackshell lived in a trailer park with his mother. When they stopped in front of his home, Fenton paid the cab driver and grabbed Eileen's suitcases and Ava's bag. Ava immediately reached for her bag. "Let me take it," she told him, quickly.

"I've got it," Fenton stated, kindly, holding the handles.

Ava grabbed the bag. "Please. I need to carry it."

Fenton stared at her, perplexed, then let go of the bag. "Okay," he said, softly.

Ava stood with her luggage while Fenton opened the front door. "M'Ma, I'm home, and I brought guests!" he called out as he went inside. Eileen followed him, and Ava went in last.

The inside of the trailer was filled with old, mismatched furniture and appliances that were barely functional. A clothesline hung up inside with a few clothes on it. The living room and kitchen were all one room, and there was a bathroom and two bedrooms near the back of the trailer.

Fenton's mother was sitting on the couch, watching TV. She wore a pink bathrobe and had curlers in her hair. She looked over at her son and the two ladies. "Who are these people, Fenton?" she asked, not getting up.

"M'ma, this is Eileen Talon and her daughter, Ava. Is it okay if they spend the night?"

The elderly woman raised an eyebrow. "Where are they going to sleep?"

"They can have my room. I'll sleep on the couch," Fenton answered. "Eileen is an old friend of mine, and she and Ava are going to be in town for a few days."

"I suppose they can stay. Make yourselves at home," Mrs. Crackshell said.

"I'll show you where you'll be sleeping," Fenton told the guests, and showed them his room, which was quite small. He put the suitcases in the room, and Ava just held onto her bag.

"Go put it in the bedroom," Eileen told Ava, coldly. Ava looked uneasy but did as she was told.

The rest of the night passed by, quickly, with Mrs. Crackshell going to bed first. Eileen then said she and Ava should turn in, as well. Fenton wanted a chance to stay up longer and talk, but he agreed that it had been a long day. They'd all have plenty of time to talk in the morning.