Daughter - A Surrera Fanfic

Chapter 4 - Uncle Luke

Author's note: Hey! If you are here, then first of all, I am so sorry it took me so long to update this story, but I am back and I am doing my best with both Daughter and The One That Got Away.

This will be a little bit slower, because I feel as if Olivia's character needs some building. I didn't forget about your request for the boys to appear on this story again, and they will be on the next chapter. I am sure that by the title you could understand who this chapter is going to be about.
Thank you so much for reading and supporting this story, I hope you enjoy this one and leave me your thoughts!

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14 years ago

There is someone knocking on the front door to the Sullivan house.

Robert furrows his brow in confusion, not really used to having any guests dropping by unannounced, and he can't remember inviting anyone over that evening.

He twists the key in it's hole and opens the door only a third of the way, so he can get a peak at whoever it is who decided to invite themselves to his home.

It is raining heavily outside, like it does more often than not in the city of Seattle, and in his threshold stands the man who used to be his best friend, right before his whole world turned upside down only a year ago. "What are you doing here?" Robert asks sharply, his manners non existing in that particular moment.

Ripley huffs, and places his hand on the door so Robert won't be able to shut it in his face like he planned to do. "I just want to talk. We went from being practically brothers to not exchanging a single word for an entire year in a blink of an eye. I don't want to leave things this way." He almost begs.

"You are the reason my daughter has to grow up without her mother." Sullivan accuses.

That day, those awful moments when he lost the love of his life, ran through his mind more times than he could count in the past year. Haunting him during his waking moments, appearing in his nightmares. And the more he thought about it, the more he realized there was nothing anyone, Ripley or him, could do.

There was nothing any of them could have done to save her, to bring her back to life.

And yet, the anger he has inside him towards his best friend never subsided. He still blames him, even if only for the fact that he needs someone to have responsibility for this tragic event, other than God himself.

Ripley knows that much. He could never understand the pain his friend is going through, not completely, but he was happy to play the role of his punching bag for the last year, if it means his friend was hurting just a little bit less.

But it has been a year, and he had had enough of the silent treatment. "I came to talk about her."

"Don't you dare mentioning my daughter." Robert hisses through gritted teeth. They are still standing at the entrance to the house. Robert is not inclined to invite the man in, and Lucas doesn't want to push too far, past the breaking point.

So they both stand there, looking into each other's eyes, waiting for someone to be the first to crack.

Robert waits for the unwanted company to leave, while Luke waits for an invitation to stay.

As if she knew she is the topic of the very heated conversation between the two men, Olivia appears out of nowhere, makes her way on her wobbly feet. She is two years old, yet still has some of that baby fat clinging on to her body, making her look a little chubby, and oh so very sweet.

Robert can't help but wonder as he watches her approaching the two men, working her charm even from afar. He can't help but wonder what will happen when the fat disappears, and she will grow into a child, then a teenager, then a young woman.