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We have a point of view change in this chapter! Yay!

Ten

IV.

His dark eyes fluttered open, and he lay there, saying nothing. He saw my face, and he opened his mouth to talk.

"So... Emma and Dylan are our kids?"

"Yeah. Their thirteen. Almost fourteen" I said back to him.

He looked furious. I stood up, and went to the kitchen to take some deep breaths. I knew he would be angry.

"You mean to tell me... That I have two kids?" He said.

I nodded. "Yeah."

"You could of come back! But you waited thirteen years!"

"Obviously!" I said.

"YOU COULD OF COME BACK! YOU COULD OF STAYED HERE, AND I WOULDN'T GO THROUGH ALL THAT HEARTBREAK I SUFFERED THROUGH!" He exclaimed, his face redder than a tomato with anger.

"Well," I began. "I JUST CAN'T COME BACK RIGHT WHEN I WOKE UP!"

"YOU COULD OF!"

"HOW MANY PEOPLE THAT YOU KNOW WHO ARE ASSUMED TO BE DEAD JUST WALK IN AFTER THEY FOUGHT IN A GOD DAMN WAR!?"

"YOUR THE FIRST!"

"Do you know how much guilt I felt? No, because you were here, probably with girls who were all over you!"

"For your information," he began, softly. "I haven't gone on any dates since I thought you had died."

I then noticed the tears rolling down his cheeks.

Wiping away some of mine, I collapsed into his arms. I did not even bother to wipe away my tears this time.

"What did I miss during the past thirteen years?" He asked me.

"Potty training- lucky. I had to clean put those little kiddie toilets."

He chuckled. "Well, I am going to be part of not just their life, but yours as well, Beatrice Prior."

"Thank you, Tobias," I whispered. "for loving me still."

"I always will."

"I always will too."

"Bruises heal... But hearts don't.. But you just healed mine."

I cried into his shirt.

"Sorry for getting this all wet." I sheepishly smiled.

"I have more, dear."

EMMA'S POINT OF VIEW:

"Come on, Dylan," I said, grabbing him by the arm. "they obviously want some private time."

I don't know of I have been introduced yet. My name is Emma Christina Prior.

I have blonde hair down to my chest, and it's currently in a fish tale braid. My eyes are blue. I look like a thirteen-year-old version of my Mom.

I wasn't so sure about going on this trip, actually. I mean, this Friday was the Spring Dance at school back home.

I heard from my best friend, Lily, that James Jordan was doing to ask me.

"You don't want to be here, do you?" asked Dylan.

I sighed. "No. I don't. The Spring Dance is Friday."

"Oh. I was going to ask Lily, actually."

I pulled a face of disgust. Ew. He was going to ask my best friend to the Spring Dance.

"I heard that James Jordan was going to ask me."

"Who exactly is asking my daughter to some Spring Dance?"

Hahaha cliff hanger.

This last part in Emma's point of view might seem very random, but it's actually very important for the next chapter.

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