***Hello, everyone! I'm back with a chapter that fits pretty solidly in with the last one, if that makes any sense. Well, whatever. Grillby and Ember belong to Toby Fox, and let's go!

Chapter Eight: Something Important

The next day came, and Grillby went up to the hospital. "Morning," he said kindly as he walked in and sat down.

"Hey. Mom texted this morning and said that the hospital staff wouldn't let her up because she was sick, so she's at her house today. It's just you and me for now," Ember explained.

"That saves me a headache," Grillby joked.

"Actually, I think... I think I should tell you something," Ember said.

"If it's more about how she can't stand me, then I'd rather not hear it," Grillby said.

"No, it's not that. She told me how she really felt about you. And I don't know if it was just her getting caught up in her words or if she was serious, but... if I understand correctly, she still loves you," Ember said. She felt a pang of guilt in her SOUL just then. But, she had her reasons for doing this.

Grillby sat back in his chair, genuine shock on his face as he pushed his glasses up slightly. "I never would've suspected that from Cyra," he said, more to himself than his daughter.

"Same here. I asked her this question, so I have to ask you. How do you feel about Mom? Be honest," Ember said.

Grillby sighed. "Ember, this really isn't something that you should be getting into," he said.

"Please, tell me. It's just you and me in here," Ember said.

At last, Grillby's resolve broke. "Fine. For the sole reasons that you're sick in the hospital, and... and after all these years, perhaps you have the right to know exactly what broke us up," he submitted.

"Okay," Ember said. She sat up cross-legged, waiting for the other half of the story.

"It was a bit of a mad scramble to get married. I'm sure that your mother mentioned that you were conceived before we got married. But... we were okay with getting married. A few months later, you were born, and we couldn't have been happier. But before I'd even met Cyra, I had plans for my restaurant. And she knew that, but she must not have liked it. I was trying my best, honestly. After all, that restaurant would be our main source of income. But I never meant to make Cyra hate me. We grew apart, and she finally decided to pull the plug on our marriage. You said that she might feel something for me?" Grillby asked.

Ember nodded. "It was insinuated, but yeah. But how do you feel?" she asked.

Grillby thought on that for a few moments. Time passed like molasses until he finally spoke.

"I still having feelings for her."

Ember smiled. "Then get outta here!" she said proudly. Grillby was confused. "Excuse me?" he asked.

"Mom might still love you. You just said that you have feelings for her. So do me a favor by going to Mom's house and telling her how you feel!" Ember elaborated.

A slight smile crossed Grillby's face. "You're something else," he said. He then hugged his daughter, kissing her forehead before going out. Ember laid back down.

About ten minutes later, Dr. Holland came in. "You look awfully happy," he commented. Ember only gave one sentence in reply.

"I'm pretty sure that I just revived a marriage."

***And that's where I'm leaving this. Is it ironic that I didn't post the chapter with Cyra on Mother's Day? Well, still, be sure to leave a review on the way out and I'll see you all in the next one! Bye!