Christin Solomon
Chapter 15-My Little Girl
A/N: So Christin's older twin brother, Chris, is very much alive, and very much coming to Gallagher. I couldn't decide on whose POV to use, but I finally decided on someone's I hadn't used often. Hope you enjoy and thanks for the reviews.
Joe Solomon's POV
I was sitting at the teacher's table, waiting for my baby girl to come through the Mess Hall doors and make herself known to the world. I wasn't big on public affection, but this was my last child. She was the light to my loss, the only reason I kept living after my wife died. Even Rachel had disapproved of my decision, but I let my little girl go on that mission, not knowing if she was coming back.
Gotta hold on easy as I let you go
Going to tell you how much I love you
Though you think you already know
I remember I thought you looked like an angel wrapped in pink so soft and warm
You've had me wrapped around your finger since the day you were born
You beautiful baby from the outside in
Chase your dreams but always know the road that will lead you home again
Go on, take on this whole world
But to me you know you'll always be, my little girl
But as I talked to her on the phone, it was no longer my daughter talking to me, it was my wife. It was the proud woman I had been more than honored to call my own. So I let my baby go through with the mission, not knowing what to expect. A CIA call telling me she was dead or a picture of her glowing with pride?
When you were in trouble that crooked little smile could melt my heart of stone
Now look at you, I've turned around and you've almost grown
Sometimes you're asleep I whisper, "I love you" in the moonlight at your door
As I walk away, I hear you say, "Daddy love you more"
You beautiful baby from the outside in
Chase your dreams but always know the road that will lead you home again
Go on, take on this whole world
But to me you know you'll always be, my little girl
As much as she looked like her mother, she was a daddy's girl, especially when she was in trouble. Whenever she came running up to me with that mysterious star in her eye, I knew she had done something wrong, and was running to me as a shield from her mother. I let her do it, I let her cuddle into my side or wrap her arms around my legs and hide her face, as if no one but me could see her. My last child and I let her go on that mission. For once, I knew nothing about it, I had no idea of what she was facing, but I let face it anyway.
Someday some boy will come and ask me for your hand
But I won't say yes to him unless I know, he's the half
That makes you whole; he has a poet's soul, and a heart of a man's man
I know he'll say that he's in love
But between you and me
He won't be good enough
You beautiful baby from the outside in
Chase your dreams but always know the road that will lead you home again
Go on, take on this whole world
But to me you know you'll always be, my little girl
I snuck a glance at James and saw him poking his eggs with his fork. As much as he thought he knew Christin, he knew nothing. He didn't know what her first mission was or the lullaby that her mother sang to her when she was a baby. So what, he could love her all he wanted, but he would never be good enough. He would never be the best thing for my daughter, because no man would. No one was going to amount to her pride or her understanding or knew when she was feeling scared. NO ONE. James would never be good enough, but I guess I was just going to have to make do with what God had sent.
Suddenly, the Mess Hall doors opened, and Christin strode in with her arm wrapped around a boy's shoulders . . . her twin's shoulders . . . Chris's shoulders. I stood up and stepped around the table and took a couple of steps toward my daughter and my . . . son. I hadn't thought that world for so long. My very world revolved around Christin, my daughter.
"Daddy, it's Chris." Christin reassured as I stared at the boy who I was down right sure was my son. Still, the question remained, how could this be my son who had been dead for fifteen years?
"Dad" Chris said and finally we cleared the last few feet to give each other a hug for a couple of seconds before stepping away. I noticed Christin's gaze and used a mirror to follow it over to James. He was kind of glaring. Chris noticed too because he stepped around me and called, "James, stop glaring at my little sister." James instantly looked down and stuffed a bite of eggs into his mouth.
"Well, you two have a lot of explaining to do." I said, shaking my head, wondering how much I really wanted to know. It was like Christin read my thoughts because she stepped forward and gave me a hug and whispered, "We'll keep to the need to know base daddy." I laughed and shook my head. I kept an arm around my son and daughter as we walked out of the Mess Hall. It was hard to wrap my mind around, Christin was safe, and Chris was alive. How could I get that lucky? How could I possibly deserve both of these children? How, was a very important word in my mind at the moment. We settled ourselves in Christin's room and the brother and sister started to fill me in.
A/N: I think this was a really good chapter. It really gave some insight into Mr. Solomon's and Christin's relationship as father and daughter. Please Review!