Parker's Legacy | Damon Salvatore, Malachai Parker

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CHAPTER FIFTEEN
FORGONE BLOODLINE

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1990

HER FOOTSTEPS ECHOED with a newfound lightness as she walked home, her heart brimming with an ineffable happiness. With each step, her smile grew wider, an outward reflection of the secret she cradled within. The air around her seemed to shimmer with anticipation, mirroring the exhilaration pulsating through her veins. As she approached her home, the gentle breeze whispered sweet promises of the journey that laid ahead, setting the stage for the unfolding of a new chapter in her life.

As she entered the cozy warmth of her home, she found her mother bustling about the kitchen, the savory aroma of dinner filling the air. With a joyful sparkle in her eyes, she couldn't contain her excitement any longer.

"Mother, I've returned. I come bearing exciting news," she announced, her voice alive with anticipation.

Her mother turned, a curious smile dancing on her lips as she observed her daughter's radiant glow.

"Heather, darling, what news do you bring?" She inquired, her tone filled with eager anticipation.

With a joyous laugh, Heather reached out and gently placed her hand on her stomach, a tender gesture that spoke volumes.

"Mother, I'm going to have a baby," she revealed, her voice trembling with emotion. "Joshua and I are going to have a baby."

Tears of joy welled up in her mother's eyes as she enveloped Heather in a warm embrace, the promise of new life weaving its way through their shared happiness.

As they embraced each other, Heather's mother could not help but acknowledge her doubts about her daughter's revelation, a mixture of emotions flickering across her face as she processed the news. While she couldn't help but share in Heather's joy, a hint of concern lingered in her gaze as she contemplated the circumstances surrounding the unborn child's father.

"Heather, my dear, I'm overjoyed for you, but," her mother hesitated, her words tinged with caution. "Joshua Parker, he's already a married man with his own family. Can you truly trust him?"

Heather's expression softened, her eyes reflecting a steadfast belief in the love she shared with Joshua despite the complexities of their situation.

"Mother, please don't worry. Joshua loves me, and he'll love this child just as much," she reassured, her voice imbued with unwavering confidence. "He wouldn't marry me if he didn't love me either."

Though her mother's reservations lingered, she couldn't deny the genuine affection radiating from her daughter. With a sigh of resignation, she chose to trust in Heather's judgment, praying that love would indeed conquer all in the end.

"If only your father was still alive, he would've been over the moon," Heather's mother sighed, her voice tinged with a wistful longing for the husband she had lost too soon. The father Heather had lost too soon. "He always wanted to see you happy, my darling, but he would've also been wary of Joshua and his intentions with his one and only daughter."

Heather's smile faltered momentarily, a pang of sadness gripping her heart at the mention of her late father. She longed for his comforting presence, his wisdom, his reassuring embrace during moments of uncertainty like this one.