09-22-2020, 02:00 PM
He blinked a moment at the rest of the tale. She had been married, well, at least she didn't need to worry about the legibility of the babies. He had done Heidi's mother wrong. He should have been strong enough to wait until he could marry the young woman. His daughter now had a lie, but he could never tell her that he was in truth her father. He would be the only father she knows, but she would only know of him as the man that adopted her. It tore at him, but it was the best he could do to provide her a reputation as she grows up.
"Sounds like your husband was a good man. You have my sympathy, ma'am." He said solemnly. "As to the rest, grief can make a person do some regretful things. I lost my wife about a year ago, myself. Nothing made sense to me other than focusing on our little girl."
"Heidi kept me from getting too far lost. My late wife's family lived in Greece, and my folks live in Texas. Cressida and I had moved to London when we adopted Heidi as her grandparents were there, and we wanted them to be involved in her life. They are still there, just not set up to raise the little one." The story was based on several truths, so it could be checked on, and he did want Heidi to be near to her grandparents. The story about her mother dying right after giving birth was true, though that she lost her husband before giving birth had been a falsehood.
"Now, you have to focus on these two little mites. You've stumbled and made a mistake, but grief will do that. Those that fault you with that just have no soul." He said the last firmly. "The man got you up there to marry him with the babies and left you there, that he did wrong. Mighty wrong, in my opinion, ma'am. You were jilted not the other way around." He reasoned.
"Are you sure your brother won't stand with you? Help you out?" He thought of the woman on her own. "Is the house in your name or is it rented? How will you make things work and take care of the babies?" He asked leaning forward with an elbow on one knee resting his chin on that hand as he considered her situation.
"Sounds like your husband was a good man. You have my sympathy, ma'am." He said solemnly. "As to the rest, grief can make a person do some regretful things. I lost my wife about a year ago, myself. Nothing made sense to me other than focusing on our little girl."
"Heidi kept me from getting too far lost. My late wife's family lived in Greece, and my folks live in Texas. Cressida and I had moved to London when we adopted Heidi as her grandparents were there, and we wanted them to be involved in her life. They are still there, just not set up to raise the little one." The story was based on several truths, so it could be checked on, and he did want Heidi to be near to her grandparents. The story about her mother dying right after giving birth was true, though that she lost her husband before giving birth had been a falsehood.
"Now, you have to focus on these two little mites. You've stumbled and made a mistake, but grief will do that. Those that fault you with that just have no soul." He said the last firmly. "The man got you up there to marry him with the babies and left you there, that he did wrong. Mighty wrong, in my opinion, ma'am. You were jilted not the other way around." He reasoned.
"Are you sure your brother won't stand with you? Help you out?" He thought of the woman on her own. "Is the house in your name or is it rented? How will you make things work and take care of the babies?" He asked leaning forward with an elbow on one knee resting his chin on that hand as he considered her situation.
