Abigail's POV
It was times like this I craved a normal life, the day of my dad's funeral had arrived and the whole house was surrounded by paparazzi. My mom had been handling it all brilliantly, but sometimes I would notice the saddened look on her face as stories would appear on the news.
I gripped Ryan's hand tightly as Tony led us through the crowds, the security around us had tightened and now it was impossible to even breathe without them knowing about it. I guess if I'm honest I was grateful for this level of protection, especially when we had our children with us. And knowing about the pregnancy even though no-one else did...
Ryan insisted we went to these lengths to keep me, the baby, Freya and twins safe.
Harry had agreed to stay at my Mom's house with the twins and Freya had gone with Nick and Lauren to the church. Right now I needed to make my Mom my priority, security was tight as we arrived at the church. Ryan had cradled my hand in his throughout the short journey. I held tightly onto my Mom's hand too. She had hardly spoken all morning.
"You okay?" I heard Ryan whisper quietly as we hop out of the car, I nodded gently and returned my focus to my Mom. The streets outside the church were swarming with fans! onlookers and paparazzi. I felt Ryan take my hand as Leroy and Jeff (one of the new bodyguards) led us through. I gripped my Mom's hand tightly in my other hand, we waited outside the church for the hurst to arrive.
To our surprise the crowds opened enough so the car could get through, I heard Mom's gentle gasp as it drew closer Lee (my childhood friend) came towards us with my two uncles Bill and Cliff (Dad's brothers) and cliffs sons Steven and John.
They all hugged me and my mom in turn before shaking Ryan's hand, the last time we had seen them all was at our wedding, never in a million years did I expect to see them like this "Are you ready?" The undertaker asked my mom and me, we both nodded. Ryan took his place at the back of my dad's coffin he was helping them carry him.
I watched as the coffin rested on Ryan's shoulder with tears in my eyes and an overwhelming pain in my chest, I felt my Mom's arm loop around me "It's okay sweetheart, I've got you" this was the first thing my mom had said all morning.
As the doors opened I walked with my mom down the aisle, faces everywhere looking at us. I recognised a few but my main focus was to simply put one foot in front of the other. Mom and I paused as the men put my Dad's coffin down, Ryan turned around and took my Mom's place by wrapping an arm around my waist before we sat down. I turned and buried my face into his neck as I watched the priest put a picture of my dad on the coffin, it was enveloped in a golden frame. For a moment I got lost in this kind gentle face that belonged to my amazing Dad.
Ryan's kiss on my temple returned my thoughts and I was suddenly aware of my surroundings again "You okay baby?" He asked gently, I nodded before turning to look at the little face behind me. Freya's eyes were glistening and her face was tear stained, she looked at me and reached out her hand for mine. I grabbed it and squeezed it gently "I love you mom" she whispered and I smiled.
"I love you too baby" I whispered back and then turn back to face the front of the church. My Mom is still fighting her tears like a true Jenson woman...
"His daughter Abigail would like to say a few words" The priest spoke and my head flicked up to look and him. Ryan gave my hand a reassuring squeeze and kissed my temple again.
I took the twenty or so steps to the front of the church and turned to face everyone "My dad was an amazing business man, a wonderful husband...but most of all he was my hero. He was what every father should be kind, caring and full of encouragement. I remember when I was about 3 or 4 years old and I had been to my friends birthday party. I'm not sure what we were talking about but I told my parents when I grew up i wanted to be famous. My Mom was horrified but my Dad turned to me and said 'If that's what you want baby, that's what you'll be"
I sniffed back my tears and looked between Ryan and my mom "When I was small I used to stand on his feet while we danced. And I continued to stand on his feet throughout life, not literally of course, but especially when things got a bit tough, he always took the lead and helped me through, and even when I hit my worst times he never failed to let me know how proud he was of me. He kept me strong and focused and I loved him so much"
I felt my eyes burn as I looked at my Mom "Music has always been my passion and that's why I have picked a special song for my dad today..." I flick a switch on a small grey stereo and a beautiful piano melody echoes around the church. The song is called Jealous of the Angels" it was the perfect choice for my dad and said everything I needed it to, as I walked slowly towards my seat I turned and reached out to touch my Dad's coffin. I'm not really sure what happened but I felt my legs buckle. My heart jolted and suddenly the pain was too much, as I looked up I saw Ryan and my Mom rushing towards me. There were gasps and whispers as the Priest also rushed forwards. I found myself sitting on the ground trying to catch my breath "Abi, sweetie" my Mom's voice cut through the whispers as Ryan crouched in front of me and she leant over him.
My head was thumping in time with my crazy heartbeat now "I need to get out..." I tried to push Ryan aside but couldn't. I couldn't move, not even an inch.
