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Goodmorning Sunshine

Chapter 3: No Way

Patrick Jane. Her father is Patrick Jane. My Jane? I mean, my consultant Jane? How could that be? Did I hear it right?

"Your father's name is Patrick Jane?" Lisbon is not entirely sure she heard it right that she just had to confirm it.

Because really that can't be possible. I mean, I have only been asleep for five months now and this little girl is already what? Four years old? No matter how much I bend and twist my mind, mathematics just simply don't allow this kind of situation, unless he ke-

"Yes, he's name is Patrick Jane and people from his work would call him Jane" and again, Lisbon heard the high-pitched giggle that woke her up. "Daddy's named like a girl and Uncle Wayne told me that he finds it funny and and and I find it funny too so we would laugh but Auntie Grace would tell us not to laugh because it's alright, and and and you know, Uncle Cho would try not to laugh too, but I caught him smiling once. And my mommy laughed with us too. Aaaall the time!" Tennessee narrated with amusement written all over her face and she's is even flailing her arms all around to emphasis her point.

Lisbon on the other hand remind stuck if not even more confused about the whole situation.

That...that..that ASS how could he have kept this from me. He has a daughter. A little angel for crying out loud and he kept it from us! Damn he kept it from me. AND WHAT'S WORST? Uncle Wayne? Auntie Grace? Uncle Cho? Apparently, I'm the last person to know! How could he have done this to me? Damn you Patrick Jane! Damn you and your conceitedness. First his mental health history, which I just let slip because, hey it's the past and I honestly don't give a BS about his past or any of my team's past. Just as long as they do their work that's fine with me. But THIS. This brings everything on a whole new level. I could TRUST HIM! TRUST HIM! This is TRUST huh Patrick Jane. Trust, trust that one day I'll just know that he has a daughter? That one day he'll just walk up to me and tell me he had already moved on and in fact has already gotten married. That he had already moved on without me, that he had already started a family witho- OH NO. Oh no no no no no no no no NO...

And at that very moment, reality smacked Teresa Lisbon on the face. What she had evaded for a very long time is currently staring right at her face.

I'm in love with Patrick Jane.

The lightness she feels whenever she enters CBI finally made sense.

Yes, I am in love with him

The anger she feels whenever he would come up with outlandish ideas and put them into action without her knowledge finally made sense.

Apparently I'm in love with him for a long time now.

The content she feels when she sees the sofa with a slouched form, just before she goes out of CBI just made sense

I had been in love with him and I don't even know it.

The smile that suddenly pops out of her face whenever she sees the frogs suddenly made sense.

No matter how ridiculous he is, I fell in love with him.

The dread she feels whenever a new Red John case comes up finally made sense.

I was so afraid of losing him that I'd do anything to stop him. Because I am in love with him.

The greenish blue eyes staring at her finally made sense.

I am in love with him.

But I won't even get the chance to tell him.

By the time her epiphany was already finished, her tears are already on the verge of falling down. So many emotions are flooding out of her heart, that before she knew it, she was hugging the little girl and letting her tears fall down on Tennessee's golden hair.

Funny how life could turn out. I am currently holding his child. His second daughter. The child he has with another woman. Another woman that is not me. Really, I should be happy for him. I want to be happy for him. But just this one moment. Just this one time let me show my real feeingls; after all, I wouldn't be able to tell him how much I love him.

"Please don't cry." Tennessee said with worry. The little girl had buried her face on Lisbon's shoulder a few moments ago, but now, she is looking at Lisbon with concern written all over her small face. Lisbon could only look at Tennessee's face for a few seconds before another stab of pain attack her heart and so she remained silent and only continued to hold Tennessee tighter.

"I don't want to see you cry" Tennessee again quipped when she saw that Lisbon did not move or said any words. And this time, Lisbon chuckled when she heard the little girl.

Irony must have really taken a liking of me. If she only knew that I am crying because of her and her daddy.

"Please don't cry anymore. I don't want to see you cry. Please don't be sad." Tennessee again said but this time, the little girl wiped Lisbon's tears using her chubby hands. The little gesture only made Lisbon even more cry.

His hair, his eyes, and his sincerity, even his ability to make me happy and sad at the same time – she got all of them.

"I'm sorry Tennessee. I won't cry anymore. I promise. You see, I work with your father and I have never met you before. I'm crying because I'm happy that I finally met you. " Lisbon said in between her tears and her lies. She feels like a fool for crying in front of a little girl. How could a full grown woman spill her hearts' content in front of a kid who doesn't even go to school yet? More so, in front of the child of the man she's crying for.

Get a grip Teresa. Remember, you are Teresa Lisbon, Senior Agent of California Bureau of Investigation. You have experienced much worse things compared to this. Stop it Teresa, don't cry over the damned spilled milk.

As Lisbon continued to fight her internal battles, Tennessee wrestled free from her arms and turned around and grabbed the almost-forgotten notebook behind her back and shoved it into Lisbon's lap.

"Daddy said you won't remember me." Tennessee said with a mixture of sadness. Lisbon on the other hand remained lost and confused.

What does she mean by not remembering her? I have never even met her! Haven't I? I can't remember seeing her before much less her mother. Although she looked a little familiar, I am pretty sure I haven't met her before.

"Tennessee I, I thi-" Lisbon was about to explain to the little girl that she does not know her, when the little girl suddenly looked up to her with teary eyes.

"Daddy said you won't remember me, or my name, or when I was born, or...or...hick...my age or the name of...hick...my teddy bear." Tennessee further explained. This time however, the little girl is the one who is crying. "He said you...hick...might get sad...hick...when I tell you...that he is...my daddy. So I ...hick...made this...for you...hick" Tennessee who is already having hiccups because of too much crying, continued to shove the big notebook into Lisbon's lap.

Seeing little Tennessee cry was just so heartbreaking that Lisbon felt angry with herself for making the kid cry. And so, to make amends, she hugged the little girl much tighter than before and cooed her to make her feel better and to make her stop crying.

Goodness Lisbon, look what you have done. How could you make a little girl cry. You are so worried about your broken heart that you hurt the feelings of an innocent kid. Come on Lisbon, get a grip and stop your foolishness now!

Lisbon held Tennessee closer to her heart and started to soothingly rub the back of the little girl. "I'm so sorry Tennessee, please don't cry now. I am not sad anymore so please stop crying now." Lisbon helplessly tried to make Tennessee stop crying. "Come on little princess, stop crying now. Mmmm. Don't you want to show me the little notebook you made?" Lisbon said as she tried to alleviate the situation. Her effort to make Tennessee stop crying seemed to have worked because after a few seconds, the little girl's tears seemed to have stopped and the only thing left is the occasional hiccups that could be heard from her.

Lisbon waited for a few more moments before she loosened her grip of the little girl but Tennessee never let go of her and instead curled her arms much tighter than before around Lisbon's neck and buried her face much deeper onto Lisbon's shoulders.

"Please don't be sad anymore." To Lisbon's surprise, it was Tennessee who spoke up first. She was amazed by how sensitive and selfless the little girl is. She is really Jane's daughter; both in the physical and emotional manner.

That woman must have been the luckiest woman in the world. To have been part of the lives of Jane and Tennessee, she must have caught all the luck in the world. Why can't I have that kind of luck? Why can't I have this kind of luck? I was with him for many years now. I had all the chance in the world. But I guess I just pretended that nothing is happening. I had just pretended that all those flirting are superficial; that all those stolen glances are just ways of monitoring him; that the fluttery feeling that I have whenever we touch is due to exhaustion. I had all the time in the world and I just pretended.

Now all I can do is pretend.

And with that in mind, Lisbon again wrapped her arms around the little girl and kissed her small forehead. "I won't be sad anymore. I promise. So, you shouldn't be sad anymore too." And she again kissed the little girl's head.

Upon hearing those words, Tennessee looked at Lisbon, kissed her on the cheeks and again buried her face on Lisbon's shoulders.

They remained in that position for a few minutes, taking in the calmness that seemed to have enveloped around them. Lisbon could feel the heartbeat of Tennessee and it reassured her own heavy heart. Its rhythm synchronized with hers and thus, brought peace in each other's heart.

That is, until Tennessee spoke which sent Lisbon's heart to explosion.

"I want Mommy..."

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And right on que, her room opened to reveal a very dishevelled-looking Patrick Jane.

Oh yeah, next chapter, Jane will be appearing! And Lisbon's going to get her questions answered. That, my friends, is a confrontation you don't want to miss!