Sep 26, 2009 15:30
She'd called him, and he'd answered. He always did. Alice's relationship with her father was complicated, but it always boiled down to that. When she called, he came. Maybe just for a minute, just for ten, but he was still there. It was more than some daughters had.
And when he came, he looked the same as he always did. She was the one who got older. As the years went by, it got harder and harder to pretend that fact didn't mean anything. It didn't mean everything. But it did mean something. Especially now.
Alice sat in the booth of a diner that she'd come to think of "theirs". Her's and Jack's. Her's and (on those days when she let herself think it) Dad's. It was the same diner they'd gone to when she'd first approached him as a teenager, with a page of homework questions in hand. They didn't always meet there, but it was still something of a constant.
Alice rested her fingers lightly on her stomach, though it was still far too early on for there to be any swelling. All she had to show for the pregnancy so far wer constant morning sickness and an awkward proposal. Sitting up in her chair slightly, she took a deep breath, and waited for Jack to arrive.
She had to tell him that he wasn't going to be a grandfather.
verse: family ties