"What's so special about this lighthouse?" Opie asked as the two of them slowly made the walk to the lighthouse hand in hand.
"Nothing," Avery shook her head, although he wasn't even looking at her. "It was built at the turn of the 19th century by the island's original owner. It went obsolete with the invention of the airplane. It's been boarded up since the early 40s. I've never even seen inside. My dad said it was unsafe, so we weren't allowed near it growing up."
When they arrived at the entrance to the lighthouse, they were assaulted by the smell of wet paint. The door now had a small elevator next to it, which was a good thing because climbing to the top was out of the question at the moment for Avery.
"Auntie Avery, come see!" Abel appeared at the open entrance door. "I gots a clubhouse!"
Avery let the boy take her hand and pull her inside, Opie following behind them. Once inside, Avery knew why her nephew was so excited. On the ground level of the lighthouse, her father had created a child's dream hangout. There was an overstuffed blue leather couch and a couple of bean bag chairs in front of a large TV mounted on the stone wall; a bookshelf that was pressed up to the wall below the TV held all of the book titles that kids loved generation after generation – The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, Winnie the Pooh, Peter Pan, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, and too many more to list. Around the circular walls, six different arcade machines were placed here and there – Pac-Man, Mortal Kombat, Space Invaders, Pinball, Super Mario Brothers, and Donkey Kong. Even though he currently only had grandsons, Sonny had already provided toys for his future granddaughters. Currently, only Harlee was expecting, but the family was currently experiencing a baby boom. Avery fully expected more little girls to appear sooner rather than later.
"This is so cool," Avery smiled down at Abel. "Do you like it?"
Abel nodded and grinned. "Yep! Juice's pwaying Mario with me!"
Juice waved at them from the arcade machine in question. "Molly and Kristina are waiting for you up top," he informed them.
The elevator was small and claustrophobic, and it took forever to reach the top of the lighthouse. Avery vowed never to use it again after she gave birth to her twins.
If she had been surprised by the ground floor, she was blown away by the top. Here her father had created an adult clubhouse. There were comfortable brown leather couches that looked out of the restored windows at the ocean. There was a wet bar with a tropical fish tank built into the base and two bar stools on one side that faced a wall-mounted TV.
"Whoa," Avery marveled. "Dad must have spent a small fortune on this place."
"He left us another letter." Kristina stood from one of the barstools and handed her the paper bearing their father's handwriting. Her eyes were decidedly misty.
Avery let Opie lead her over to one of the couches to have a seat before she read the letter.
*** My Girls,
I know I haven't always been the best father. I know I shoulder the blame for Michael's death. You ladies have always hated the island because of the reasons you've always been forced to visit. I hate that because I bought the island to be a family haven, a paradise. That's what I'm hoping to turn it back into for you and my grandchildren. The lighthouse was only step one.
I'm sorry, and I love you,
Dad ***
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FanfictionA few too many drinks at a wedding and one hot sister of the bride later and Opie finds himself in trouble. The only question is who's going to kill him first - his best friend (and Avery's brother-in-law), Jax, or his new father-in-law, Sonny Corin...
