Bound

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Eleanor's POV 

"Father? Mum?" I asked slowly, my eyes darting back and forth between my parents.

I watched as they rose up from their spots on the armchairs with glistening eyes. It had been around six years I hadn't seen them. Six very long years, and now they were here. They were here! Standing in front of me in their flesh and blood, my blood, were my parents. They didn't look the same from last time I saw them. They aged terribly in the time I was gone. 

But I could recognize them from anything. The two people who raised me. 

"Oh, Eleanor Rose, is that you?" Father was the first to ask with a wrinkly smile. 

I nodded vehemently. "Yes. Yes. It's me." 

I didn't realize I was holding on to Parker's hand tightly for he took his hand and motioned me with a small smile to go on. I turned back to my parents and without a moment's hesitation ran towards my father's open arms. The tears I was holding back on broke free as soon as I touched him once again. I was fragile in his arms, him having to hold onto me to keep me upright.

"Oh Father, I'm so sorry!" I blubbered out into his chest. "So sorry."

"Shh, nothing's to be sorry for, honey," he whispered into my hair comforting me. "Your mother and I are sorry. We love you very much and didn't show it the right way."

Hearing him mention my mother, I turned to look to the left of him and saw my mum into tears. The strongest person I know, Carmela Edeson, who doesn't break down into tears was crying. For me. She looked at me with  sad, dejected eyes. My mother looked worn out. Stressed. Although underneath all that weariness was the beauty she always had with her. People would always tease me and say that I got my looks from her. It was true. She opened out one arm slightly, and that was enough for me to break free from my dad and go to her.

"Mum!" I cried out hugging her to me tightly. "Mum, I'm sorry. For everything."

"Shh, now," she said bringing me down to the couch to sit. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders not wanting to let go. After finally seeing them again, I didn't want them to disappear. I didn't want to wake up and realize this was all only a dream. 

But seeing Parker's smiling, knowing face, I knew it wasn't. It couldn't be. He set this all up. He knew how much I wanted to be with my parents again. Didn't I have the best husband ever?

"I'm here," my mother told me kissing my forehead like I was a little girl when I first broke my arm. I might as well have been by how I was acting. "Your father and I would let go. Ever again. I love you so much, my sweet, dear Eleanor."

I felt the other side of me go down, and I knew my father was here. He placed a tender hand on my shoulder rubbing it, trying to calm me down. After I regained my composure, I sat up straighter grabbing a hold of my parents' hands in each of my own. 

"I'll give you three a private moment with each other," Parker said politely from where he was standing. Looking at me, he said, "I'll put Luke to bed." Then he left without saying another word.

I cleared my throat wanting to say something. Just anything. 

"I'm married," I blurted out.

They nodded smiling softly. "We know." Mum said. "Parker told us everything."

"How was he able to contact you?" I asked suddenly now very curious of the answer.