Rough translations: "La mia figla!" means "my daughter!"
"Voi anch madre" means "you also mother" as in Heather missed her too.
Two weeks had passed since Heather had left Boston. She didn't let her parents know she was back at first, she didn't really feel like talking to anyone. She finally decided to call them up and let them know she was back and hung up.
Thirty minutes later, Heather sat by her phone contemplating on whether she should call Conner or not. She felt so horrible for not telling him that she loved him back. She figured he would not want to hear from her after it, especially since she hadn't called since she had left. She stared at the phone until she heard a knock at her door. She got up and answered it.
"Heather!" Her father hugged her tightly. "We've missed you so much!"
"I missed you too father," she said softly as she hugged him back. "Come on in."
She moved to let him in and as he entered, Heather's mother came and hugged her tightly.
"La mia figla!" She exclaimed. "I missed you!" She said patting Heather's back.
"Voi anch madre," she said, hugging her mother back and planted a small kiss on her cheek.
Her mother let go and Heather moved so she could come inside which she did and Heather closed the door.
"So how was Boston?" Her mother asked.
"I made some good friends, two of them who were my brother's best friends." Then she turned to her father. "That is how I knew about his death," she said sadly.
Her mother gently placed her hand on Heather's shoulder, which happened to be her injured one.
"Sweetheart, I'm sorry we didn't tell you about him sooner, but we honestly did not know he was dead." Then she noticed Heather's arm was in a sling. "Oh my god, what happened to your arm?" her mother asked concerned.
"Oh this…father, you were right, it is dangerous there, this happened just after I got off the phone with you." She said and saw them growing more concerned. "Those two best friends of his, whose names are Conner and Murphy by the way, they saved my life. I in turn had saved theirs a couple nights before that, and I do not regret one bit going to Boston and running into them."
She thought of how much she wished she was still there as she was telling them more about the twins. They could already tell how Heather felt about Conner before she even said anything. She did not care though; she had only wished that Conner knew it.
"I am pretty sure I will go back very soon, and probably stay even longer too." She ended her story.
"Look honey, we are glad you made some friends down there, but what are you going to do if you plan to stay so long?" Her father asked. "And what about your job here? Do you want to lose it? It's a very good job and I thought you loved It." He said sounding very concerned; just like any parent would.
"Father, I will be fine, and I do love my job, I could probably find one like it over there," she said.
"Well, how do you plan on staying anyway?" Her father asked.
"I don't know, it all depends." She replied.
"On what?" Her mother asked.
Meanwhile back in Boston….
"I told ye Murph, she doesn't love me back, it's been two weeks and she hasn't even called." Conner said sadly.
"Conn, listen to me, she probably feels so bad about not saying it back that she's even afraid to call ye, will ye lighten up?" Murphy said lightly shaking Conner by the shoulder.
"And will ye get some sleep for Christ sake?" He said. "Ye look like shite."
After some arguing, Conner finally gave in and went to his bed and fell into it, almost falling asleep right away. He hadn't had a good nights rest since Heather had left, he didn't realize her being gone would affect him so much. He slept for a few hours and was woken up by the smell of coffee brewing in the kitchen. He slowly stood up and stretched, then headed for the kitchen.
"I swear coffee can wake ye up even from a mile away." Murphy chuckled.
"Aye." Conner said as he grabbed a cup and poured himself some.
"How'd ye sleep?" Murphy asked.
"I was just thinking," Conner started as if not hearing his brother's question. "Heather probably has a boyfriend back in Italy, that's why she didn't say it back."
"Ye've lost it Conner, how do ye know she has a boyfriend? Did ye ask her?" Murphy asked.
"No…but," Conner said.
"Then ye can't say she has one can ye?" Murphy asked.
"Ok, then why couldn't she…why hasn't she called?" Conner said almost sounding angry. "Tell me why."
Just before Murphy could speak they heard foot steps coming towards them and they spun around to see who else could be in the house because it was just them two.
"Because I am here," Heather said with a quiet, shaky voice. She had tears in her eyes as she stared into Conner's.
Both of them moved closer to each other and Heather wrapped her arms tightly around Conner, as he wrapped his arms around her.
"I do love you Conner, I do…I'm so sorry I didn't say it before, I was just…" she said tearfully.
"It's ok, I understand, I caught ye off guard with it, I'm sorry." He said calmly as he ran his fingers through her hair. It was as beautiful as ever, and she had that familiar sweet smell that made him think of fresh cupcakes.
She let go for a second and stared into his eyes, then she kissed his lips for the first time. They tasted like coffee, which she strangely loved; she loved coffee.
"Ehem." Murphy cleared his throat which made both Conner and Heather pull away from each other and blush. "Are ye even gonna te say hi te me?" he said with a smirk.
"Oh Murphy," Heather said. "I know how badly you missed me." She giggled.
"Eh," he said motioning his hand as if to say slightly, then he chuckled. "C'mere, I want a hug too."
Heather shook her head and laughed, then went over and hugged Murphy. "I will be looking forward to more of your crude humor Murph." She smiled and kissed his cheek.
"Oh! The Taxi is sitting outside waiting for me to grab my luggage." She exclaimed.
"Aye, we'll go get it for ye, grab a cup of coffee and relax." Conner said.
She nodded and went to grab a cup. "But what if he needs extra for the waiting?" she asked.
"Aye, I doubt it," Murphy said. "They don't usually charge extra fer anything."
"Ok," she said as she poured a cup and sat where she used to sit last time she was there.
The boys nodded and headed outside, then came back a few minutes later which her luggage.
"Christ women, ye brought way more than ye did last time, how long are ye staying?"Murphy as he nearly dropped the luggage.
"Who said I was leaving?" She said and grinned.
As soon as Conner heard that, his heart fluttered. The thought of her possibly moving here made him feel like a kid again. He smiled at the thought before he was interrupted by Murphy once again.
"Come on, lets get this into Da's room; or should I say hers." Murphy said as he started towards the bedroom. Conner followed his brother and they set it down beside the bed just like last time.
"Does the thought of Heather possibly living here not scare ye any?" Murphy asked Conner, who seemed lost in a thought.
"What would make ye think it would scare me? I didn't want er to leave in the first place." Conner replied. "'sides we could use a lady around the house." He added and the two headed back to the kitchen where Heather was still sitting.
It might be a while before I come up with 7th Chapter. I need to take time and think of some good ideas.
But thank you to those who read and review :