"Ari, can you watch Coca tonight?" Jude asked her elder daughter.
"Yeah Mom, but where are you going?" Ari asked, noting that Jude was fixing her hair, her make-up, and even putting on her favorite shirt.
"I'll tell you later," Jude told Ari, knowing that Coca was still awake. Coca was never told anything about him, besides that the sweater she wore to bed used to be his, and that he was the man in so many of the pictures found in the Quincy attic, or under her Mom's pillow. And Jude wanted to keep it that way. But, it would be determined if it would stay that way by the end of the night.
"Alright Mom," Ari agreed, as Jude grabbed her purse and cellphone, and exited their apartment.
Coca was already in bed, so Ari went to her room, and began strumming lightly on her acoustic guitar. She wrote most of her songs on the acoustic, but most of her jamming and performances were done on her electric. A Fender Stratocaster, for those who were interested.
She also had her journal laid out, but the page was blank, and the pen still sat beside it.
"Anna?" a soft voice asked from the doorway.
"Hmm?" Ari looked up, to find her sister in her blue flannel bottoms and the old blue sweater that went way down to Coca's ankles.
"Why won't Mommy tell me about Daddy?" Coca asked.
"Well... Daddy... left... and that made Mommy... mad... she doesn't like to think about it, because then it makes her sad," Ari tried explaining to Coca, but found it very difficult to explain the relationship of their parents to a seven year old. Especially G- rated version.
"Oh. Can I write him a letter?" Coca asked innocently.
"Mommy wouldn't like that," Ari said, "but we can write him a song," she suggested. "And Mommy won't get mad,"
"Really?"
"Yeah," Ari assured her sister, scooting over, and patting the bed, motioning for Coca to come sit next to her. "So... what's our song gonna be about?"
"Daddy," Coca replied simply, jumping up on her sister's bed, and sitting Indian Style.
"Okay. Now, what do you want to tell Daddy?" Ari questioned.
"That... I don't know him, but I want to," Coca explained.
And with those words said, the lyrics flew onto the blank paper like magic. And the chords and notes flew from the guitar as sweet sounds. Like how Jude and Tommy's songs used to be.
I wait for the postman to bring me a letter
I wait for the good Lord to make me feel better
And I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders
A family in crisis that only grows older
Why'd you have to go
Why'd you have to go
Why'd you have to go
Daughter to father, daughter to father
I am broken but I am hoping
Daughter to father, daughter to father
I am crying, a part of me is dying and
These are, these are
The confessions of a broken heart
And I wear all your old clothes, your polo sweater
I dream of another you
The one who would never (never)
Leave me alone to pick up the pieces
A daddy to hold me, that's what I needed
So why'd you have to go
Why'd you have to go
Why'd you have to go!
Daughter to father, daughter to father
I don't know you, but I still want to
Daughter to father, daughter to father
Tell me the truth, did you ever love me
Cause these are, these are
The confessions of a broken heart
I love you,
I love you
I love you
I...!
I love you!
Daughter to father, daughter to father
I don't know you, but I still want to
Daughter to father, daughter to father
Tell me the truth...
Did you ever love me?
Did you ever love me?
These are...
The confessions...of a broken heart
Ohhh...yeah
I wait for the postman to bring me a letter..
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Meanwhile...
Jude arrived at the Night Sun Lounge at a quarter 'til eleven, and took at seat at the bar. She ordered a glass of nice red wine, in hopes of calming herself down. Her husband Tommy had disappeared off the map completely for seven years, then just hours before he abruptly showed up again.
She had finally thought that she had relaxed herself, when she heard a voice from behind her.
"Jude..." the voice behind her said, sending chills down her spine. Please don't be Tommy! Please don't be Tommy! Please don't be--- "Hi..."
Hi," Jude responded blandly, "how have you been?" Bad, I hope. You don't deserve anyone, and that woman was a freak to go out with you.
"Fine," Tommy replied, sipping his wine. G-d, why does she always make me feel this way?
Fuzz! "Oh. And who was that woman with you?"
"That..." Tommy responded, "is none of your business... anymore..."
"Tom, do you, or do you not want to see your daughter. You showed up out of the blue for the first time is seven years! Do you know how that will look to the court?" Jude fumed back.
"Bad?" Tommy guessed with his "wounded puppy look" that still made Jude melt. "And that woman Jude... she was..."
"Was who?"
"Just let me finish. She was my sister Jude,"
"And where have you been for the past seven years?"
"I returned home, but Ari and Max told me that you were in the hospital. Then, I realized that you lives would be so much better with out me," Tommy said with a sad look in his eyes.
He really means well "So... you want to get to know Coca?" Jude changed the subject
"Yeah," Tommy admitted.
"There's this Father- Daughter dance at her school on Valentine's Day. Go with her, be courteous, and I'll give you a chance," Jude told Tommy.
"Thanks. You have no idea how much this means to me," Tommy thanked Jude with excitement in his voice.
"Yeah," Jude agreed to Tommy, writing down something on a piece of paper. "Here's my number. Give me a call on the 13th for the rest of the information," Jude handed Tommy the paper, got up, and tossed a ten on the counter as she walked away.
She arrived home to silent house. The lights were on, but she expected Ari to be awake. Ari was usually studying or something for one of her online classes. She went to Coca's room, and looked at her bed, but didn't see Coca. She let out a small panic, and then went to check Ari's room.
There she saw both of her daughters on Ari's twin bed, under the majestic- purple covers. Ari was on her back with her arm around Coca, who was curled into a ball on her side. Jude smiled at the site of her two daughters, and turned out the light. Only a little while longer until they were in their father's arms again.
No Jude! Jude kept on telling herself Tommy's moved on! But, Jude couldn't help but think that her and Tommy still had a chance. Ack! Things were so confusing!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the third gens! I also do not own "Confessions of a Broken Heart (Daughter to Father)" by Lindsay Lohan.
A/ N: Sorry that it took me so long to update! I knew what I wanted to do, but I couldn't get it right until last night (Wednesday night) Thank you soooo much for reviewing! You guys rock! Anyways, please review or post message me telling me what you think of this fic and/ or with any suggestions on how it can be made better:-)