Meeting Sarah/A Jordan Knight FanFic (Completed)✔️

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

Wednesday morning, I woke up early to make breakfast and pack Lyra's lunch for school. I'd mastered where Sarah kept everything in her kitchen, quickly realizing it was the same layout as the one she had in her apartment many years ago.

I sipped my coffee, looking out at the dark ocean. The sun wasn't high enough yet to make much visible, but I knew it would be another beautiful, sunny day. I exhaled all my fears and prepared myself for the day we were about to embark on. Sarah was strong, and though she probably didn't get much sleep the night before, she looked refreshed as she and Lyra joined me in the kitchen.

"Pancakes!" Lyra skipped to the table. "Good morning, Daddy."

"Morning." I walked over to Lyra and kissed the top of her head.

"You know, you're really starting to spoil us." Sarah smiled at me as she pulled a water bottle from the fridge. She smiled. That was a good thing. I would take a smile over tears. Though the circumstances were terrible, I was finally living the life I wanted with the girls I loved most.

"How'd you sleep?" I asked Sarah.

She shrugged and took a sip of her water, her eyes avoiding mine. "Good."

"Are you nervous?"

"Not now." She pulled out a chair and sat next to Lyra. "Sit. We have some time to kill and all this bacon won't eat itself." She played with her food, but she wasn't allowed to eat after midnight. Lyra giggled and did the same thing.

Filling my plate with bacon, I said, "She's like a mini you."

Sarah's smile grew wider. "And she has your eyes."

"Aren't kids supposed to look like their parents?" Lyra asked.

I chuckled and Sarah responded. "Yes, that's very true. But a long time ago, way before you was born, your dad said how he wanted a little girl who looked just like me."

"And your mom said she would have my eyes." I opened my eyes wider and Lyra did the same. Sarah shook her head and rolled her eyes. When she didn't finish the rest of the conversation, I finished it for her. "And here you are now. You look just like your mom and you have my eyes. And you know what?" I asked Lyra and gave Sarah a quick glance.

"What?" Lyra asked.

"Now I have it all."

Sarah looked over at me from across the table. She swallowed back her emotions as she inhaled and closed her eyes. I wanted to tell her that I still loved her very much and that I had never stopped. I wanted to hold her and take away the fear she was having.

But I still had no clue where we stood.

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After breakfast, we drove Lyra to school before heading to the hospital. Lyra sang in the back seat as she'd do anytime she was in the car. The sun was bright in the sky, and traffic moved slowly due to school congestion. I reached over the center console and cupped Sarah's small hand in mine. She hadn't spoken since breakfast and I didn't know how to comfort her. I began to draw an invisible love letter on her palm. Sarah rested her head back on the seat, her eyes closed as she smiled. She would get through this obstacle, she had too. Life for me wouldn't be complete if she wasn't in it.

I parked the car and we walked inside Memorial Hospital. The sterile scent and cleanliness wafted through the air, the smell made me feel sick. It wasn't comforting—it was a reminder of where we were. Sarah and I stepped into the elevator and I reached for her hand. I wanted to let her know that I was there for her without overstepping and hovering.