Ok so I know I told you guys that I was going to write the part about the vow renewal and stuff but I'm still working on that (in my head) and then this popped into my head… so yeah.Its a bit short, and once again I have to bend the story a little to make mine work in all its Kandy-ness. So yeah pretend that Kirsten comes out for Sandy on the season 2 chrismukkah epi!

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Ch 10

Kirsten sat in her large walk-in-closet below all her designer outfits, next to her shoe rack. She had taken off her makeup that was smeared down her tear-stricken cheeks. She changed out of her lavish outfit, and put on one of Sandy's old Berkeley sweatshirts. Her hair was pulled back carelessly into a ponytail, and across from her was a photo album of her parents and family pictures of her childhood. She had thrown it against the wall, after seeing a picture of herself, Sandy, Hailey and her mother. Kirsten was pregnant with Seth, and Caleb was not in the picture that had to have been taken at some Newport function. They were all dressed up, and judging by the look on her mother's face, she didn't suspect a thing about where her husband must have been. He probably had told her that he was away on business, when he was most likely off in some cheap motel getting Renee Wheeler pregnant. Kirsten had believed him too. Everyone had believed him. She had looked at Sandy's face in the picture. He had his arm around a very pregnant Kirsten. Their faces were close together, and his face looked like he was talking, probably whispering loving words into his wife's ear, the wife that was carrying their child.
The tears just kept coming and coming, spilling her confusion and pain out of herself, but there just seemed to be more and more of it- spreading like a deadly virus. No matter how hard she tried to take a deep breath, and be calm and rational, all Kirsten could do was be angry, and heartbroken. Her hands were clenched into tight fists, and when she released them, it hurt. Like her father had hurt her, so many times in her life. She always thought that not showing up to her wedding was a big deal, but that was nothing compared to this.
Kirsten didn't feel as if her father had just cheated on her mother. He had cheated on his whole family, his wife, as well as his two daughters, his daughter's husband, and their unborn child. Kirsten could remember her pregnancy with Seth as a very joyful time. Sandy had been so supportive, and loving to her. There was never a doubt in her mind that he would not be the perfect father for her son. She guessed that she had been to absorbed with her new family that she didn't even notice how absent Caleb had been. Her poor mother, how would she feel now, if she were still alive? What would she want Kirsten to do? Kirsten knew that she would want her to forgive Caleb, to at least give him a chance to explain it to her. That's what her mother would have done. God, that woman had class. She was so good, and she did good, not just for herself, or for her family, but for everyone she met. Sandy had always told her that Kirsten was so much like her, so gentle and classy and beautiful. Kirsten missed her so much right now. She missed Hailey too. Kirsten felt guilty for acting so childish, but her father had really outdone himself this time. Mostly she was just shaken. She had always thought that her parents marriage was so strong- they were just like her marriage, and that was what scared her. Maybe things weren't always what they seemed. Maybe, behind closed doors, her parents' marriage was on the rocks, and they were truly fantastic liars. But, her parents had always been good to their kids, and affectionate toward each other. Her father had always had high standards for Kirsten, but he loved her, and he loved his wife. Kirsten just could not understand how a person could share their life with someone as amazing as her mother, and then just cheat on them like that, and still act as if they had been truly in love with that one person, and only them. She wondered if Caleb had suffered from guilt for nearly 20 years. How could he look at his wife and children the same way after cheating on them? That was the difference between Caleb and Sandy. Sandy was a better man than that. He would never cheat on Kirsten, he loved her too much. He would stand by her through everything, thick and thin- and speak of the devil, Kirsten thought, he's knocking on the closet door again!
"Kirsten, honey, can I come in"
"Yeah." She croaked, her voice hoarse.
"Oh honey, c'mere." He said, entering the closet, and sitting down next to her, and taking her into his arms. She felt better already. "How could he have done that- to my mom, to me and Hailey- I thought we were more important to him than that. I thought he loved her…." Kirsten couldn't hold back the confusion and pain any longer. Water welled up in her eyes again, and her eyelashes were soaked as the tears streamed down her cheeks. Sandy held her tight against him, as she sobbed into his chest.
"Kirsten, look at me." he began, as she lifted her head from his chest and searched deep into his eyes. "I don't know what possessed that man to do such a thing. I wouldn't know, and there is no way I could possibly understand how a man could do that to his wife. I could never dream of leaving you, or be unfaithful- you are so amazing, and there's nothing better out there. And I know that, so I don't need to go searching for it. I have it already." His fingertips lifted up her chin, and brought her eyes to his once again. He kissed her softly, and stroked her cheek sympathetically.
"I know. I know you would never do that to me, I know how much you love me, and how much you care about me, and how much you need me, I need you just as much. It just scares me, because I thought my parents were the same way. But we're not them. I may be like my mother, but you are nothing like my father." She said.
"I know." he reassured her.
"Just please don't ever leave me. I don't think I could make it without you." she pleaded.
"I'm never going anywhere, not now, not ever, I wouldn't make it either." he promised.
"I'm sorry we had to have this conversation. I'm not trying to make you think I don't trust you. Because I do." she apologized.
"I know honey, it's not your fault. None of it. And I can promise you now that we will never be unfaithful to each other- we're stronger than that. We've been through so much together, and we love each other. We've seen how good it is when we're together- we know it's worth fighting for. There's always going to be a you and me honey, there just is"
"Thank you. For being here, and loving me, and caring about me. I don't know what I would do without you." she said.
"Like I said, you'll never know." he replied with a smile, pulling close again.
"Do you want to go take a nap- I'm exhausted. I need you just to hold me for a little while"
"Sounds good"
"Kay"
"Uhh, honey, what's with the photo album smashed against the wall?" Sandy stood up, looking over to the scrap book.
"Never mind it- I'll take care of it later." she said, standing up, and taking his hand, wiping away her tears, trying to cover her naked face.
"You're beautiful, you know that"
"You're just trying to make me feel better"
"No, well yes, but I think you're most beautiful when I can see how you feel- when you become emotional and passionate- whether you're crying or laughing or kissing me, you look beautiful"
"Sandy why do you have to be so perfect"
"It's all part of my charm." he said, with a hint of arrogance.
"And so modest!" she threw back at him, teasing.
"Yep"
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Yay! Its winter break… lots of ideas floating around in my head for new chapters! I love it when that happens! Keep up the reviews… the buttons right there! You know you want to! O! new thing… I'm trying decide what parts of my story are your guys' favorites, so please tell me in your review- for every chapter! Thanks& Merry Christmas, or rather Chrismukkah!