Days turned into weeks as Freen, Becky, and little Jisoo began adjusting to their new life together. It was a rhythm of healing and love, punctuated by the sweet giggles of their daughter and the quiet moments they shared as a family. Freen worked hard to make up for lost time, doting on Becky and Jisoo, while Becky slowly let her walls down, rediscovering the trust she once had in Freen.
One evening, Freen brought up something that had been weighing on her mind. They were sitting on the couch, Jisoo nestled in Becky’s arms as Freen played with the baby’s tiny fingers.
“Bb,” Freen began hesitantly, her eyes meeting Becky’s, “I’ve been thinking… we should talk to your parents.”
Becky stiffened slightly, her arms instinctively pulling Jisoo closer. “Freen, I don’t know. I don’t think they want anything to do with me anymore. They made that very clear when they disowned me.”
“I know they were harsh, bb, but they’re still your parents,” Freen replied gently. “And they deserve to know what they missed out on—how strong you’ve become and how incredible Jisoo is. They deserve a chance to make things right, just like I did.”
Becky looked down at Jisoo, who was now looking up at her with wide, curious eyes. A soft sigh escaped her lips. “Do you really think they’ll want to see me? Or Jisoo?”
“I do,” Freen said firmly. “And if they don’t, that’s on them. But at least you’ll know you tried. And Jisoo deserves to know her grandparents, even if it’s just for a moment.”
After a moment of contemplation, Becky nodded. “Okay. Let’s do it. But promise me you’ll be there with me.”
“Always,” Freen said, reaching over to squeeze her hand. “We’ll face them together.”
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The next weekend, Freen, Becky, and Jisoo made their way to the Armstrongs’ home. Becky’s heart pounded in her chest as they stood at the doorstep, Jisoo perched on her hip and Freen’s reassuring hand resting on her back. Before Becky could second-guess her decision, Freen knocked firmly on the door.
It opened to reveal Mrs. Armstrong, her expression freezing in shock as her eyes landed on Becky. Tears immediately welled up in her eyes as she clasped a hand over her mouth. “Rebecca…” she whispered.
“Hi, Mom,” Becky said softly, her voice trembling. “I—um—I brought someone I’d like you to meet.”
She shifted slightly, revealing Jisoo, who looked up at her grandmother with curious, innocent eyes. Mrs. Armstrong’s breath hitched as she stared at the toddler. Slowly, she reached out, her hands trembling.
“She’s… she’s beautiful,” Mrs. Armstrong whispered, her voice breaking. “Oh, Rebecca…”
At that moment, Mr. Armstrong appeared behind his wife. His stern expression softened as his eyes landed on Becky, then Jisoo. He didn’t say a word but took a cautious step forward.
“I’m sorry,” Becky blurted out, tears streaming down her face. “I’m sorry for everything. For disappointing you. For—”
“No,” Mrs. Armstrong interrupted, stepping forward and pulling Becky into a tight embrace, careful not to crush Jisoo between them. “We’re the ones who should be sorry. We should’ve been there for you.”
Mr. Armstrong cleared his throat, his voice gruff but sincere. “You’re right. We were wrong. And if you’ll let us… we’d like to make up for it. All of it.”
Freen stood back, her heart swelling as she watched the emotional reunion. She knew this was only the beginning, but it was a step toward healing—for Becky, for Jisoo, and for their family.
Becky nodded, a tearful smile breaking through her sobs. “I’d like that. We’d like that.”
As the Armstrongs invited them inside, Freen whispered to Jisoo, “See, darling? Everything’s going to be okay. Mommy Becky and I will make sure of it.”
Jisoo giggled, her tiny hands reaching out to touch her grandmother’s face. For the first time in a long while, it felt like everything was finally falling into place.
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A/N: Hello! I had to republish this chapter because I accidentally published the wrong one from my drafts. Huhu Sorry for the confusion. 😭😭😭
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this new update. 😉
