NATALIE'S POV
I took a taxi, and I don't even remember where I told the driver to take me, but when we end up in Malibu at a cemetery, I know exactly where I want to go.
I pay the driver and get out.
He drives off.
I walk the familiar path until I come to the name Daniel E. Legler.
After struggling, I lower my pregnant ass onto the ground.
"I would give anything for one more conversation with you." I whisper, running my fingers through the grass.
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I can't find it in myself to get up.
I'm scared to talk to Spencer.
I don't know how to explain that I love him so much and that I just made a stupid mistake.
It's midnight and I'm starting to get a little creeped out.
Someone sits down next to me.
I look over, alarmed.
It's my father.
Not Uncle Albert.
But my actual father.
The dead one.
I bite back and screen and scoot away from him.
"You've been staring at an empty grave for nine hours." He says.
I stare at him, my eyes wide as hell.
"You-You're-"
"Alive." He says. "Storytime?" he asks.
I just stare at him, and then slowly, I reach out and touch his arm.
It's warm.
I take a deep breath to calm myself and inhale that familiar musty smell mixed with axe.
That's his smell.
I nod slowly.
"Let's talk in the car though. You really should get home. Your Mother is probably worried sick."
"I don't live with her." I whisper.
"Well then Uncle Albert?"
I shake my head again.
He looks down at my left hand.
"I guess we have a lot of catching up to do." He says, eying my swollen belly. He stands up and helps me to my feet.
We walk to a silver Vovo.
This is Dad's old car.
I get in the passenger seat.
He starts to drive.
"When you were in high school, when you ran off and we were all at your boyfriends house, gosh, I can't even remember his name now, but while we were there, someone broke into your Mother and I's house and they were looking for me. They left a symbol of the Afghanistan sign of the war I fought on the wall. So, I faked my death and fled the country because someone was coming for me and my family. I knew if I hadn't, they would kill your mother, and you, and Caitlyn, and Emily, and anyone else."
"Emily too?" I ask. "She's Uncle Albert's daughter."
"But she is my niece." He says.
"But you and Mom weren't married."
He pulls over.
"What?" he asks. "Of course we were married."
"But Mom said that you and her weren't married, that you were just my adopted father and that you were just filling in where Uncle Albert couldn't. They said Uncle Albert is my biological father."
