After being disowned by her family, Paris and her daughter Luna moved across the country to start a new life for themselves with the help of Paris' older brother Dallas. Six years later, she returns home after recieving an invite to an old friend's...
I smile as I watch Jake interacting with my daughter, momentarily forgetting that we are at my family home rather than the apartment that we share. Luna's laughter makes me smile even though I can feel the staring of my parents, Veronica, Adelaide, Dallas and the mysterious person from where they are still standing behind me.
I am so incredibly happy in this moment to know that Luna and Jake accept each other as a family, even though they aren't blood. It means the world to me that my daughter thinks of Jake as her dad, especially considering how her biological father treated me.
"I missed you munchkin." Jake laughs with Luna and I can't help but laugh along as I watch my fiancé with the young girl who he accepts as his own in his arms, the two of them with their arms wrapped around each other. The two of them have never looked more like a father and daughter, despite the obvious differences in their appearance which show the lack of DNA that they share.
"More than mommy?" Luna's innocent question makes me smile fondly at the two of them as Jake whispers a response in her ear loudly enough for me to hear him.
"Maybe." This response elicits a laugh from Luna as she is clearly impressed by the answer that she has been given. "But don't tell her that, we don't want her to be upset do we?" Luna violently shakes her head in response to his words and she immediately runs to hug my legs as soon as her feet touch the ground when Jake puts her down.
I smile fondly at my fiancé as I reach down to lift my daughter into my arms through my confusion about his sudden appearance. My feelings must be obviously plastered across my face as Jake seems to understand the question buzzing around my brain since he sends a subtle nod in Dallas' direction. I turn to look at my brother in shock and he has a shy smile present on his face as we make eye contact for the first time since Jake arrived. He makes his way over to the three of us and shakes Jake's hand before turning to me and taking Luna from my arms with minimal protest from my daughter, allowing me to finally have the chance to properly greet my fiancé.
Jake gently places his hands on my waist as I near him and pulls me closer, not wasting any time and pushing his lips onto mine before I have a chance to react. The kiss is full of passion and it feels like something out of a cheesy romance film, as though we are the only people in the world in that moment - no one else matters.
Unfortunately I am brought back to reality almost as quickly as I was taken from it when my mother coughs sharply from behind us. Jake pulls away from the kiss and I turn to face my parents with his arms wrapped around me protectively. Dallas walks over to the two of us while carrying Luna in his arms and places her on the ground once more when he is standing next to us, gently pushing my daughter so she is standing behind himself and Jake in order to shield her from what will most likely end up as a catastrophic argument.
"I see you've overcome your little phase that you were going through when you left us Paris." My mother's face holds a smug smirk as she looks over myself and Jake. I roll my eyes at her complete and utter ignorance since she obviously doesn't care about my sexuality if she just wants to completely disregard it.
"I'm bisexual and I always will be, no matter who I date, and you need to grow up and deal with that." I can't help but snap at my mother even though I wanted to try and keep this entire exchange civil, for Luna's sake at least.
"You weren't bisexual until I left you. Maybe you just thought that no other man could compare to me." I look past my parents for the first time since I arrived here as the man speaks and I see a face that has haunted my nightmares for so many years. Nate.
Before I can process what I'm doing, I am already standing in front of the man that caused me so much pain for so much of my life and my hand almost acts on its own free will as I slap him across the face with as much strength as I can muster.
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