Complicated Things

Five| Secrets

My earliest memory of a father figure in my life?

I search my memory for a single mention or even a face I can associate  with the word. But nothing comes to mind. Did my mother never mention him? Did I never bother to ask?

These are probably the thoughts that push me to utter the unfamiliar word.

"Dad?!" I clasp my hand over my  mouth, quickly regretting my outburst. The twins are oblivious to this, running to the man who birth them.

Where is the man who procreated me?

Being Taylor has its perks, and not because I'm living  a million dollar life. No, but because I have a family. A father, a mother who is alive and siblings. Something I've craved for my entire life.

Don't get me wrong, I love my mother.

I always will. But having this people around, no matter how unfamiliar they are gives some sort of security.

Some sort of love I never knew I wanted.

"Taylor." His voice cuts through my thoughts, his green eyes searching mine,as if boring into my soul.

He steps in front of me ,his scent mingled with expensive perfume fills my nostrils. He is dressed as Mrs Windsor does, classy and sophisticated.

A pair of grey pants and a white crisp shirt. A gold plated watch adorns his watch,the grey suit resting on his right arm.

"Can I get a hug?" He asks, opening his arms. The smile never leaves his face,and I try to mirror his expression.

With a less enthusiastic smile, I move forward into his arms.

His hands wrap around my stiff body, his beard tickling my neck.

He steps back, looking back in my eyes as if searching for something.

"Ah,glad you're well Taylor. I wanted to fly in earlier but your mom wanted everything to be tied up in UK. I would fill you  in on the  business details later,honey"

I nod in apprehension my mind a jumbled mess.

"Please tell you got the book I asked for. The first edition of Agatha Christie's Death on the Nile." Daphne whines, bouncing on her feet.

" Hold your horses,honey. Yeah I got it. Anything for my Windsor princess. You know,that book isn't cheap and kinda rare,so it'll be better kept in the library. And not your bedroom." Mr. Windsor pinches her cheek lightly, his tone calm yet an underlying warning tone.

" Yeah I promise." Daphne rewards him with a full smile, that I'm afraid her cheeks will burst.

" Great! Another boring book. Please tell me you got my chocolates from Paris" Dalia cuts in, intertwining her arm with her father's. Her trademark puppy dog eyes at work.

"Of course,honey. Couldn't make the trip so I asked Beckham to do so for me." Her father pats her arm, his eyes reflecting hers.

" Of course. Fly all the way to Paris for just chocolates." Daphne scoffs, rolling her eyes at her sister.

" Excuse me?! Miss Know it All. Which thirteen year old kid tells her dad to get her rare books. Thirteen years old enjoy their lives,not have it all planned out " Dalia huffs, folding her arms. Mr.Windsor looks amused,an eyebrow raised.

" Excuse me if l know what I want. Not everyone just goes with the flow."  Daphne's voice gets higher, her fists clenched.

Before Dalia can think of a comeback, Mr.Windsor lifts a finger silencing them both.