Okay so I know this chapter is short but it leads up to the next chapter where we see more conflict! I know some of you asked why Maura even went to see Ian but you need to remember even though he abused her, Ian is still her husband and father of her children. I hope you enjoy this chapter, a new update will be up soonish depending on my access to the Internet. Love you all! PM/review/favourite and follow away!
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The journey home from the hospital was one made in silence which emphasised the noise of Maura furiously tapping her fingers in repressed anger against the car door. Unbeknown to Maura, Jane had text Constance and asked she make her way home as soon as possible. The detective had tried a few times to talk to Maura but the blonde replied with sharp responses so Jane just let her be. Pulling up outside Maura's house, Jane wasn't quick enough to keep up with the blonde who slammed the car door shut as she approached the house.
Jane quickly made her way up the path toward to house, unsure of what she was going to meet when she opened the door. Janes front collided with the back of Maura as she stood in the foyer looking in at Constance and Arthur playing with Arabella in the front room.
"Arabella, come here please." The request was made by the blonde as she made her way to stand in the doorway of the room, Jane not far behind. At the sound of her mothers voice Arabella jumped from her spot on the floor and bolted over to wrap her arms around Maura's waist.
"I missed you mummy." The little girls voice was muffled against her bump as she held on tight to Maura's sweatshirt. Crouching down as far as she could, the doctor wrapped her daughter in a hug and whispered into Arabella's ear.
"I want you to go upstairs and pick a book to read with Jane, okay?" The young blonde nodded her head and released the hold of her mother, walking over to Jane she clasped the detectives hand dragging her toward the stairs. Jane glanced back toward Maura to make sure she was okay but Maura had already entered into the living room.
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"What's the matter darling?" Constance's tone of voice conveyed her worry as both herself and Arthur moved from her position in the couch toward Maura who had moved to stand next to the fireplace, facing to look out of the window.
"Do you remember every year when I was a little girl you promised to come to my Christmas ballet show?" Both Arthur and Constance looked on at each other not aware of where this question was leading to.
"I do, every year would be the same. I would look out for you in the crowd but the only person there for me would be the nanny." As Maura turned to face her parents she couldn't help but feel the anger boiling up inside "I kept telling myself that maybe just one year at least one of you would find time in your 'busy' schedules to come and watch me dance but you never did. Your promises became worthless to me up until Arabella was born and you started to really take an interest in my life for once. I thought you had both changed and yet here I am again with a promise being broken." Maura didn't even bother trying to hide the tears that streamed down her face as she explained her hurt over the years.
"Sweetheart, please let me expla-" Constance begun to try to speak to Maura however she was cut of by a humourless chuckle.
"Oh don't worry, you will be explaining. Explaining why the father of my children is laying in a hospital bed just out of surgery!"
"And you don't think he deserves that after everything he put you and Arie through?" Arthur couldn't stop the words from falling out of his mouth as he took in Maura's words.
"You promised you wouldn't hurt him!" Maura's shouted as she could no longer hold in the anger that had built its way up inside for too long.
"I promised I wouldn't and I didn't." Arthur replied calmly.
"Arthur.." The low tone of Constance's voice served as a warning for her husband to be quiet.
"I've just seen him laying in a hospital bed with several broken ribs and a punctured lung.." Maura's eyes went wide looking between her parents as her statement trailed off remembering what Ian had implied about her father or fathers.
"Ian said both as in more than one father..." Maura's focus was now solely on Arthur as she knew Constance would just cover up the truth.
"Maura, sweetheart." Constance pleaded with her daughter to stop where she was as she edged her way closer to reach for Maura's hand.
"Don't!" Maura warned as she snatched her hand back "Why did Ian say what he said?" Maura's eyes locked with her fathers.
"It's complicated Maura.. Your father, your real father, he's a dangerous man."
"What's his name?" Maura ignored Arthur's statement and continued on.
"Patrick Doyle." Maura didn't expect to hear the response from her mothers mouth but when it did the only reaction she could take was to walk past her parents toward the stairs in search of both her own and Arabella's suitcases.