After twelve days in Milazzo, Damon was happy to be home again. He was grateful to his great-uncles, Bruno and Giacomo. They had gone above and beyond the call of duty by selling him as the future of the Salvatore organization. He didn't have to do much more than glad-handing the higher ranking members of the family once they touched down in the city. Giuseppe had failed to turn them in his favor despite months of his best efforts. The simple truth was that he was getting older, more violent, and more unpredictable. They could have tolerated his advancing age because wisdom was to be respected. However, his unpredictability and violent tendencies made him a liability. From one day to the next, they never knew which version of Giuseppe they would encounter.
Damon had spent his days meeting with men that had known him since he was a boy. He found himself grateful that Giuseppe used to drag them all to Milazzo frequently. It was easier to inspire confidence in people that already knew him. Damon had his issues and those were public knowledge thanks to the tabloids. However, these men had seen him grow up. They knew how seriously he had always taken their business. These men knew the role he had played in their organization for years. Damon might have gone to college but he had done wetwork for the family until he took over as CEO of Velocita. He wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty but he was also capable of maintaining a legitimate persona.
Unfortunately, his trip to Milazzo had not been all good news. His meeting with Big John Benedetto had not gone the way he had expected. The older man had readily agreed to support Damon as he took control of the organization. However, his support came with strings, as most things did in their business. John insisted in having a more active role in the U.S. side of the smuggling operation. He presented the power play as a way to assist Damon during what would be an arduous transition of power. John had hand picked two of his grandsons, his granddaughter Gemma, and his great-nephew Remy. Damon had begrudgingly agreed to John's stipulations. It was better to agree than to have the move forced upon him. However, a sense of foreboding had plagued him for the rest of the trip. Did John sense some discord in Bonnie and Damon's marriage?
Damon and Zach walked into the Salvatore Manor together. Alaric had gone to his own home and Stefan was meeting his family in Beverly Hills for some Christmas shopping. In their absence, the house had been decorated for Christmas. There wasn't a single surface that didn't pay homage to the holiday season in some way. Damon was glad that he had missed the chaos that came along with the design crew descending on his home. He was certain that the house looked like a warzone before it was transformed into this winter wonderland. He left his suitcases in the foyer. One of the maids could take the luggage up to his bedroom. Right now, he wanted to find his wife and daughter. Bonnie had been distant with him while he was in Milazzo. He had believed that they were on decent enough terms. Damon had even convinced Bonnie to have sex with him before he left. However, every time they talked on the phone she found a reason to end the conversation early or she would pass the phone off to Sarah.
One of their longest tenured maids walked into the room. "Welcome home, sirs."
"Hi, Dinah. I see the house is still standing," Zach said in greeting.
"Always, sir." She asked, "How was your trip?"
Damon smiled. "Boring and I am glad to be home. Where are my wife and daughter?"
"Mrs. Salvatore and Miss Sarah are entertaining guests in the conservatory," the older woman replied with an odd smile.
Damon smiled and said, "Thank you."
Zach said, "Kiss Bonnie and my niece for me. I am going to change clothes and drop by the office for a few hours."
He shook his head and chuckled. "Meredith is going to kill you for going into work without getting any rest, Zio. The jetlag is going to catch up with you eventually."
"Meredith should be in surgery for a few more hours and the boys are at her parents' house. She won't mind if I squeeze in a little work. I can catch a nap on the couch in my office if I start getting tired."
"Workaholic," the younger man complained.
He smirked, "Someone has to pull their weight around here."
Damon flipped off his uncle.
Zach chuckled and said, I'll see you later, Damon."
Damon picked up two gift bags and walked to the conservatory. When Damon entered the room, he felt as if he was having a stroke. He set the bags on a side table so that he didn't accidentally break the fragile gifts.
Bonnie and Katherine were sitting together on the sofa talking amiably. The two women were drinking tea and watching as Sarah and Nadia tried to construct a Lego Architecture replica of what looked like the Trevi Fountain. Meanwhile, the Radio Disney station was playing loudly over the house's integrated sound system.
He kept his voice low so that he didn't attract the children's attention and he growled, "What are you doing here, Katherine?"
Katherine remained quiet and deferred to Bonnie. She understood that she was merely a pawn in the young woman's game.
Bonnie smiled brightly at her husband. "I invited Katherine and her daughter, Nadia, here for lunch."
Damon looked as if he might strangle Katherine with his bare hands. "Was I not clear about what would happen the next time you insinuated yourself in my marriage?"
The green-eyed girl continued, "Before you start making threats, she didn't contact me. I reached out to Katherine while I was in Tenerife. It seemed silly not to speak with her when I was literally 20 minutes away from the villa."
All of the suspicions he had tried to ignore over the last week came rushing back with a vengeance. Bonnie had repeatedly lied to him about the nature of her trip to Tenerife. Suddenly, he felt unsteady and utterly exposed as he looked between the two women. He tried to work out what the unnerving smiles on their faces meant.
He said, "You told me that you were in Tenerife for a vacation."
Katherine silently studied the array of emotions playing over Damon's normally stoic face. His child bride had caught him as completely off guard as she had been just a week ago when Bonnie had turned up on the villa's doorstep.
"I did," she assured him. "You never have time to take us on a real vacation. You are ever so busy with work and sleeping with other women. I figured that Sarah and I deserved a proper vacation. I spent nearly a week in Tenerife and perhaps less than two hours with Katherine over that timeframe. She is such a large part of your life. I thought it was criminal that I didn't know more about her. I mean she is your better half, Damon. She is the woman in your life that knows you best, right? She understands you in ways that I never have…"
Damon's posture stiffened as Bonnie's cold tone sliced through him like a knife. He could tell that Katherine had been talking out of school. His hands would be around her slender throat if it weren't for the two little girls sitting across the room.
The girls had their backs to the adults. Fortunately, the music playing overhead was muffling the conversation not meant for their little ears.
"We need to talk, Bonnie." He snapped, "In private!"
Bonnie was amused by Damon's belief that he could order her to do anything at that moment. His mistress was literally sitting beside her. Yet somehow, Damon thought he was still in control of the situation. She couldn't decide if that was supreme confidence or utter stupidity on his part. She picked up a remote and lowered the volume of the music.
"Sarah, I bet that Sophie has finished baking those cookies. Why don't you and Nadia go to the kitchen and ask for some cookies and milk?"
Sarah got to her feet. "Okay, Mama." She ran over to Damon and hugged his tense body. "Hi, Papa! I'm so happy that you are home."
He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Hi, bambolina. I missed you."
"I missed you, too. This is my friend Nadia," she said motioning to the other girl. "I met her when me and Mama were on vacation."
Damon had known about Nadia since Katherine disappeared from his life for nearly six months. He had his people find her and learned that she was pregnant. Damon had assumed that the child belonged to one of the other men that she was seeing. At the time, he didn't require her to be faithful to him. When Katherine had reinitiated their relationship months later, he pretended to believe the story about her mother having a complicated menopausal pregnancy.
Damon waved hesitantly. "Hello."
The girl waved back timidly. "Hi."
"Go on to the kitchen with your friend, bambolina. You can see Papa later," Bonnie said in a soft voice.
Suddenly, Damon didn't want his daughter to leave. He had the sickening feeling that Sarah was the only thing protecting him from some danger he didn't yet understand.
Sarah said, "Okay. Come on, Nadia. Sophie makes the best cookies ever!"
The girls held hands as they ran from the conservatory. They had spent a lot time together in the days since returning from Tenerife.
Damon pushed the door closed. "What is the meaning of this, Bonnie?"
She played coy and said, "I don't know what you mean, Damon. I just decided to make a friend. Katherine is incredibly interesting. Did you know that she speaks two languages fluently?"
He decided the best strategy was to take control of the situation. He had to remind Bonnie of their respective roles. "I am not in the mood for jokes, Bonnie. Explain yourself now!"
Katherine winced at his poor choice. While Bonnie played up being amused, she saw through the girl's carefully constructed mask. She could see the predator inside Bonnie begging to be unleashed on poor unsuspecting Damon.
Bonnie's eyes flashed dangerously as she stood from the couch. She walked up to her husband and stared at him for a long moment. "You make me sick, Damon. I mean that literally. My blood pressure went through the roof and I had trouble sleeping at night. I could barely hold down food. The stress of being your wife is killing me. Worse, it is putting my pregnancy at risk. While you were away, I finally came to the conclusion that you are not worth all of this pain and stress. Two weeks away from you was just what the doctor ordered. I feel so much better. I am sure some of that is down to the medication for my high blood pressure and the nausea. However, it is also because I have peace of mind now. I don't need you, Damon—not anymore. And I damn sure don't want you."
Damon felt as if his entire world was coming down around him. He struggled to piece together coherent thoughts as Bonnie's words reverberated in his head as if it were an echo chamber. Damon had known for a while that something was off in their marriage. However, he thought that there would be time to fix it once Giuseppe was out of the way. He was completely blindsided by this sudden implosion. The most shocking part was that Bonnie had obviously planned it this way. She wanted him off-kilter. That was the only way to explain having Katherine waiting for his arrival.
Slowly Bonnie's words began to make more sense as they settled into his bourbon soaked brain. Damon realized that Bonnie mentioned being physically sick, too. It was obviously information she had learned during her appointment with Dr. Huerta. Once again, his wife had opted not to seek him out with her problems. However, Damon now understood that Bonnie believed that he was one of her problems. If he was honest with himself, he knew that she was probably right. He was no good for her. Damon had known that from the moment he agreed to marry Bonnie. However, she belonged to him now and he was much too selfish to let her go.
He said, "You are obviously upset…overwrought. Maybe we should wait until later to have this conversation. You wouldn't want to say anything that you might regret, Bunny."
Bonnie might have hated that nickname if not for the fact that it started with Stefan. As a toddler, he would routinely mispronounce her name. Whenever she visited the Salvatore manor as a baby, Stefan would demand to see his bunny. He would throw a fit if they didn't let him hold her despite the fact that he was only two years older than Bonnie was. The nickname just sort stuck around long after Stefan could pronounce her name properly.
She said, "Waiting until later is not going to change anything that I have to say, Damon. Time isn't going to change how I feel about you."
"How do you feel about me?"
"I love you more than my heart can take. I was in love with you before you ever made me your wife. My grandmother warned me that I should always remember that this relationship was a business arrangement. Youthful naiveté and puppy love blinded me to the truth in Grams' words. You have made me hate myself, Damon. Because I kept thinking that, something had to be wrong with me. Am I not pretty enough? Am I not smart enough? Am I not good enough in bed? Am I too fat? What is Katherine doing that makes him continue going back to her? It was all a mystery to me until very recently. I figured out that you love her. Then suddenly it all made perfect sense. I am the other woman and I have been from the very beginning."
Damon felt as if he were frozen in place as he listened to Bonnie explain how insignificant he had made her feel. His first instinct was to pull the girl into his arms and pledge his undying love to her because that was the truth. If he had to choose between Bonnie and Katherine, he would choose his wife without a second thought. Until this moment, he just didn't believe that he had to choose. He went to touch Bonnie but she flinched away from his touch violently.
He swallowed thickly and said, "I have made some mistakes. I am sorry, Bunny. I love you even if it doesn't seem that way sometimes. Please…"
Bonnie shook her head and took a step back to prevent Damon from trying to touch her again. She couldn't predict what she would do to him if he actually touched her. Her fingers itched to hold the switchblade tucked into her bra.
"This whole time I have been a fool. I have bent over backwards trying to make you love me. I have tried to be the perfect wife and mother. I don't complain about anything. I never ask you for more than you are willing to give me. I smile when I want to cry. I laugh when I want to scream. I have sex with you when I can't stand to see your face. I pretend that I don't know that you are sneaking into the city to see Katherine. I allowed you and your father to turn me into a prisoner in this house. I vowed to stick by your side even after your psycho father attacked me. I even gave you the keys to get the one thing you want most in life but none of it is enough. I am not enough for you and I was too stupid to see it before now."
For years, Katherine thought she would enjoy seeing the implosion of Damon's marriage. However, reality was much more heartbreaking and uncomfortable than she had anticipated. He looked more gutted by the situation than Bonnie did. Suddenly, she wondered if this girl she had aligned with understood the Pandora's Box she was opening. Damon could be truly dangerous when he felt bereft.
He licked his lips and replied, "You're not stupid. I am the one that has been stupid and blind. You are enough for me. You have always been enough for me. I'm just gluttonous and thoughtless. It was never about what you couldn't give me. You give me everything that I need. You keep me sane. You know that, right?"
She shook her head with a wry smile and said, "Stefan is the one that keeps you sane. I am glad that you are going to have him now because I need space from you. I need to put some distance between us before I do something that I can't take back, Damon. Our marriage was meant to be a business arrangement. I think that we need to go back to that. I will be your wife in name only. I will pretend in front of everyone else but you and I will both know that it isn't real. I need to figure out how to fix what is broken inside of me. I need to be better for myself and for our children. I don't want Sarah to grow up to be as pathetic as I have been. She deserves a better mother than I have been to her. I have taught her, by example, that it is fine to let a man walk all over her."
At that moment, the bottom fell out for Damon. He thought back to John's insistence on placing members of his family in the U.S. smuggling operation. Either the old man had seen the writing on the wall or Bonnie had given him a head's up. The end result was that his wife had planned this out in a way that he never knew she was capable of.
Damon tried to get through the walls that he could see Bonnie building around her. He said, "You are not pathetic. You have done nothing wrong and there is certainly nothing wrong with you. You are amazing, Bunny. You are such a good mother and Sarah is lucky to have you. I couldn't have asked for a better wife or mother for my daughter. I don't want space or distance between us. You are my family and you were that before we were married. We can work this out, Bonnie. You just have to give me a chance."
She wiped away her tears, as her voice cracked, "It's not about what you want anymore, Damon. This is about what I need. You married a child and now it is time for me to grow up. This probably would have always happened, just maybe not as drastically as it is now."
He said, "I will stop seeing Katherine for good. I will get rid of the penthouse. We will go away for a few weeks…just two of us. I'll do anything."
Bonnie was incensed that Damon was lying to her again about getting rid of Katherine. He had done this song and dance weeks ago and still decided to stay a few days in Tenerife to fuck her. Bonnie wasn't falling for it this time. There wasn't even a small part of her that wanted to believe him. He had chosen Katherine over her and now he would have to live with that choice.
Bonnie flashed a vicious smile through her tears. "I want you to continue seeing Katherine. In fact, she is the only woman that you will be seeing. I learned a valuable lesson from Jo and my mother. It was sad watching two intelligent women struggle to make one man love them. I will not waste my life in that way. You can be with Katherine as much as you like and I will not object. However, if I find out that you have started a relationship with another woman I will divorce you. No questions asked. I will drag you and Velocita through court until the shares aren't worth the paper they're printed on. And if you think that I will be satisfied seeing my daughter on weekends then you are sadly mistaken. I will excise you from my life like the cancer you are and burn all of this shit to the ground. Think of this as my gift to you. Merry Christmas, Damon."
He realized too late that he had put his foot into his mouth. Offering to cut Katherine loose only infuriated Bonnie. He had never seen her like this before. It was disorienting trying to reconcile this hardened person in front of him with his little bunny. Once again, his mind floated to all those little signs that Bonnie was hiding things from him. Damon realized now that she was hiding this. She was hiding that she was a woman that was made of stone when he believed that she was made of clay. She was not the moldable impressionable little girl that he had believed her to be. However, more striking was the fury she carried inside her. Damon knew without a shadow of doubt that Bonnie would make good on her threat if he pushed her.
He knew then that his usual bag of tricks wouldn't work with Bonnie. He needed to pull out the big guns. "Let's see a marriage counselor. I can be better. I want to be better for you, Sarah, and the twins. You all deserve better from me. Please…."
Bonnie was shocked by his offer for counseling. Damon was old school and didn't believe in telling strangers his problems. However, she would not be deterred by his last ditch effort. She walked over to a table and retrieved an envelope.
"You don't mean that and I am no mood to be appeased by empty promises. Anyway, you might want to consider family counseling first. It seems that you are a daddy again. Congratulations, you have two daughters."
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he opened the envelope. He quickly skimmed the lab report because he thought that perhaps Dr. Huerta had been able to determine the gender of the twins. Suddenly, Damon's eyes shot to Katherine's face. "You can't be serious."
Bonnie gave a smug smile of satisfaction at the look on his face. She said, "Well, I am taking Sarah and going over to my mother's house for a few hours. We will be back in time for dinner. I think you and Katherine have tons to talk about. We can discuss our separation later when you are more…clearheaded. I wouldn't want you to say something that you will regret."
Damon's jaw clenched as she threw his words back into his face. He growled, "You can't think that I am going to let you leave after all of this shit."
Bonnie's red-rimmed eyes hardened. She said, "You can't think that you have the power to make me stay after all of your bullshit. There is an easy way and a hard way of doing this, Damon. Take the easy way. I have given you the whore you seem to love so much. I even proved that you have another daughter. Take the win while I still feel this generous."
He stood there in shock as he watched Bonnie walk out of the conservatory. Bonnie had said that she would be back for dinner but it felt as if she was walking away from him for good. Damon slowly sat down on the sofa and tried to make sense of what had just happened to him. Bonnie had laid waste to his life and he didn't know what to do. However, his eyes kept going back to the DNA test. He didn't even bother looking at Katherine. He asked, "Why?"
"Why didn't I tell you about Nadia?"
He didn't bother responding because she knew very well what he was asking of her. Damon couldn't believe his life had unraveled to this degree. It explained the unsettled feeling he had since Shadow Hills. He was right to be concerned about Bonnie but he could have never predicted this. This wasn't the sweet girl that he had married. She was bitter and angry but Damon knew that he had nurtured those traits in her. Whatever she was now, he had made her that way.
Katherine braced herself for Damon's reaction. She regarded him coolly and said, "Because I wasn't certain that she was your daughter. There was always a chance that Giuseppe was her father."
Damon's head whipped in her direction at the mention of his father. His eyes burned with hatred and betrayal. "You've been fucking my father?"
She spat out, "No!"
He growled, "Explain quickly and remember that I am low on patience right now. I am no mood for your fucking games, Katherine."
Katherine loved stirring the pot but she knew when to be serious. Damon's nerves were shot. Bonnie might not think that she was important to him but Katherine knew better. The only reason Damon hadn't chased after Bonnie was because she had dropped the bombshell about Nadia onto his lap.
"One night your father just showed up at my apartment, this was before I started living at penthouse. I came home from the club and he was just in my apartment waiting for me. He bribed the building manager to let him into the apartment. At first, it was just an interrogation of my intentions with you. He let me know that I was completely unsuitable to be your wife and that I could never be more than your whore. Then he moved onto how I made my living before I met you."
Damon's fists clenched because he could tell where this story was headed. Giuseppe had caused Bree to overdose on heroin while she was in recovery. He had attacked and nearly raped Bonnie. Now he was certain that the bastard had actually succeeded in raping Katherine. It was as if Giuseppe actively tried to ruin anything good in Damon's life.
"He made drinks for us and asked about my childhood. He wanted to know everything about me despite having already hired a private detective to investigate me. He must have slipped something into my drink because the next thing I remembered was waking up in my bed in the morning. I was naked, sore, and alone. Then I saw an envelope with $10,000 inside it sitting on my nightstand. He had also left behind a note thanking me for a good time. Later that day one of his goons showed up with a suitcase filled with money to buy my silence. I didn't know what to do and I thought you might break up with me if you knew the truth. I decided not to say anything but about a month later I realized that my period was late."
Damon's brain was on overload. Bonnie and Katherine had dumped too much on him at one time. He didn't know what situation he was supposed to deal with first. He didn't even know what he was supposed to be doing. He ran a frustrated hand through his hair. "I'm sorry that Giuseppe raped you because you were involved with me. I didn't even know you were on his radar at the time. I should have protected you from him."
She shrugged her shoulders and stared out the window for a moment. Katherine didn't like thinking about Giuseppe. Being unable to remember that night was the worst part of the ordeal. Katherine's brain thought up nightmare scenarios of what he must have done to her while she was unconscious. She could tell that Damon's apology was genuine but it didn't make her feel any better.
Katherine muttered, "It's all in the past now…"
"Was it just a one-time occurrence?" he asked. "Did he ever hurt you again?"
"No. Whenever I have had the misfortune of crossing paths with your father, he always acts as if he doesn't know who I am."
He nodded and took a moment to organize the cyclone of thoughts in his mind. "Why didn't you tell me the truth after she was born, Katherine? I could have helped you out more whether she was my sister or my daughter."
She considered her words carefully. She said, "I didn't want your father near my daughter in either case. Besides, I was scared that he would try to take her from me. It was easier passing her off as my little sister. When your wife turned up on my doorstep in Tenerife, I knew it was only a matter of time before she told you about Nadia. I agreed to the paternity test to get it out of the way. I figured that if Giuseppe was Nadia's father I could just…disappear with her."
Damon couldn't blame Katherine from wanting to protect their daughter from Giuseppe. He wished more than anything that he had been able to shield Sarah from him. "Does she know? Does Nadia know that I am her father?" he asked.
Katherine shook her head.
"I want to be in her life, Katherine."
She sighed and rolled her eyes. "I am not trying to stop you, Damon. I could have disappeared after Bonnie showed up. I didn't. I flew home with her had a DNA test performed on Nadia. You can be as involved as you want to be in her life. But you she will never be in the same room with Giuseppe. That is where I draw the line."
Damon growled and ran a hand through his raven hair. His father was more trouble than he had ever been worth. "Fucking Giuseppe. Yeah, fine. He isn't here now but he will be back before Christmas. After he comes back, I'll visit with her at the penthouse."
The truth was Giuseppe wouldn't live past the New Year but that wasn't for Katherine or anyone else to know.
"I can live with that…"
"Does this mean she won't be staying with your mother anymore?" Damon asked.
Katherine shook her head. "There isn't a reason to hide Nadia anymore. Would it be okay if I moved Nadia into the penthouse?"
Damon frowned. "That's not really a place I want my daughter living. There isn't anywhere for her to play and I don't know what the schools are like in that area. I will put Rose to work on finding something suitable for you and Nadia. She will call you to get your input."
His reaction surprised Katherine. She realized that Bonnie knew Damon better than she thought. She nodded. "That would be fine with me. Do you want to meet Nadia today?"
He stood up and walked over to windows that faced the garden. His eyes lingered on the inflatable snow globe. The entire property had been decorated for Christmas. He nodded. "Yes, I would like to meet her today. How old is she?"
Katherine stood up. "Nadia is seven years old."
Damon took a breath and followed her out of the conservatory. They walked into the kitchen were Sophie and Nadia were eating cookies and watching The Year Without Santa Claus.
Sophie straightened up when Damon entered the kitchen. "Good afternoon, Mr. Salvatore."
He nodded. "Good afternoon, Sophie. Leave us, please.''
"Of course, sir." Sophie smiled at Nadia and then quickly left the kitchen. She didn't know what was going on but she knew better than to snoop in the Salvatore home.
Katherine held her hand out for Nadia. "There is someone I want you to meet, sunshine."
Nadia hopped down from the barstool and walked over to her mother. She took Katherine's hand and stood beside her. Nadia looked up at Damon with curiosity.
Damon said, "We should take this conversation into the living room where we can be comfortable."
Katherine nodded in agreement and followed him out of the kitchen.
Damon and Katherine settled down on the couch with Nadia seated between them.
The brunette woman asked, "Do you remember how I said that sometimes parents can't always be with their little ones despite how much they love them."
Nadia nodded. It was the way Katherine explained her frequent absences from the girl's life.
Damon felt genuinely nervous. There was no way of knowing how she would take the news.
"Well, for a long time your daddy wasn't able to be with you but you were always in his heart. Things are different now and he wanted very much to meet you. This is my friend, Damon Salvatore, and he is your daddy."
Nadia stared at Damon hard for a moment. "Tu es sûre maman?"
Katherine nodded and squeezed her hand reassuringly.
"Mais c'est le papa de Sarah."
Damon said, "Oui, je suis le père de Sarah, mais je suis aussi ton père, petit."
Nadia's eyes went as wide as saucers. She asked, "Tu parles français aussi?"
"Oui, je parle français. Ma mère m'a appris quand j'avais votre âge. Qui vous a enseigné?"
"Ma grand-mère," she replied in a quiet voice. Her voice went lower as she asked, "Est-ce que Sarah est ma soeur? J'ai toujours voulu une sœur."
Katherine was taken aback by Nadia's admission. She had never mentioned the idea of having siblings before now.
Damon's lips curved into a smile. He nodded. "Yes, Sarah is your sister. She is two years younger than you are. I can already tell that you are going to be a great big sister."
Nadia gave a wide smile.
Translations
"Tu es sûre maman?"/ "Are you sure, Mommy?"
"Mais c'est le papa de Sarah."/ "But he's Sarah's daddy."
"Oui, je suis le père de Sarah, mais je suis aussi ton père, petit."/ "Yes, I am Sara's dad, but I'm your dad, too."
"Tu parles français aussi?"/ "You speak French, too?
"Oui, je parle français. Ma mère m'a appris quand j'avais votre âge. Qui vous a enseigné?"/ "Yes, I speak French. My mother taught me when I was your age. Who taught you?"
"Ma grand-mère,"/ "My grandmother,"
"Est-ce que Sarah est ma soeur? J'ai toujours voulu une sœur."/ "Is Sarah my sister? I always wanted a sister."