Chapter 8
I arrive at the restaurant and walk up to the host. Oh jeez, that sounds bad now that I am a vampire. Host sounds like my dinner. "I'm meeting Mr. Seattle." I say. "Of course, right this way." The young Beta says with a smile. She leads me to his table and I saw him do a double take on me then stands up. He looks speechless. Why? I am not what he expected? "Mr. Rogers." He says politely and shakes my hand. "Hi." I say kind of shy. We both sit down and she walks off.
"I'm so happy that you called. I always meet my private cilents here. It's more comfortable than the office." He says with a smile and I look around. "And it's more public." I observe and he grins. Smart move human, you impressed me. "So, what type of work do you do Jenson?" I ask. He takes a sip of his wine. Red wine, interesting. "Oh, you know, this and that. It's always different, which keeps it interesting." He says. "Have you known Natasha and Clint for long?" I ask. Maybe he knows where they went.
"I've been working with them for over twenty years. And my late partner knew Clint fifteen years before that. He is uh, unsusally well-perserved." He says. Does he know that Clint and Natasha are vampire? "Yes he is." I say. "I trust that Mr. Roger is enjoying his vacation?" He asks. "He didn't tell you where he was going?" I ask my heart dropping. Damn it, where are they! He shakes his head. "No, no, no he mentioned that he was leaving when he came by to place his order." Jenson says. "I assume that the order is ready?" I ask. "Of course. I've never been late with a delivery." Seattle says and slides a envelope towards me.
I tae it and open the envelope only to see two forged passports for Katrina and........ Brock. Both my stomach and heart dropped. Is this saying? What I think it is saying? Jenson gave me a concerned look. "Is there a problem?" He asks. There was a lump in my throat and my heart ached but in a different way. It didn't ache like when Steve left me for a while but like a mother losing her child kind of ache and man did it hurt. "No. My husband and I thought that we'd ll be traveling together." I say quietly. "Clint said that only two are traveling, his instructions were very clear." He says.
I was so disappointed and I put the passports back into the envelope and I stand up. "It's my mistake. Apparently that is not going to happen. I say and rush out of the restaurant. The tears fell when I got into my car. It's not fair. Brock gets to keep her and I can't. I sobbed into my hands and lean back into my seat. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, son of a bitch." I frumble out and punch the edge of my steering wheel and it dents. I need to run. I get out and lock my car and run off. No one can see me with my speed and I run hard. I was just so angry and I jump off a rock and landed into a meadow where I finally stopped. I collaspe and breath hard. Not out of breath but out of anger.
How dare Natasha and Clint try to rip my daughter away fom me?
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Natasha's vision was clear. Katrina would have a future. But Steve and I wouldn't be a part of it. All day I watched her laughing and smiling and my heart ached. This might be the last time I see her smile. The last time I hear her laugh, see her beautiful eyes. When she runs to me I tried not to cry. It was so hard. How do parents do this? How can I spend time with her for one last time and never see her again. Brock gets to have her for the rest of her life but yet I have to be ripped away from her and never see her again.
How can I live forever and not see my beautiful daughter again. To spend the rest mourning and grieving because one day she might forget Steve and I. She might forget who her parents are and I turned and walked away when I see Steve pick her up and look at her with such love in her eyes. Steve is going to be furious and might never want to talk to me again from keeping this to myself. I walk into her bedroom and grab her bag. I went to my closet and take some cash and put it in, along with the forged passports.
I nees to write her a note. Something so se will never forget her parents, it is the only thing I can think of and grab a locket. I opened it to where there is a picture of Steve and I inside. I place it in the bag as well. I grab my pen and start to write, trying hard not to cry.
My dearest Katrina,
I thought we could have forever together. But forever isn't as long as I'd hoped. I know why Natasha left me clues. It was to keep you safe. Everything you and Brock will need is in this pack. Brock will protect you, and he'll help you learn about the Ticuna legends.
But know that I will always love you forever. I do hope that you don't forget me and know that this is not my choice. I would never send you away. I hope one day you will see me again and know that I will always be looking for you. One day you will see your father and I and we will all get together one day.
With all my love,
Bucky Rogers. Your mother.
Once I finish writing the letter, I hear the door open and I look up to see Sebastian walking up to me and leand against the doorframe. "It's a romantic notion, isn't it? That a righteous few can defy a great evil. I must admit, you even had me believing. For a moment. Well, good luck." He says after chuckling. He turns and starts to walk out. I look down and fold the letter and place it inside the bag. I sniffle and stretch.
"You're gonna need it. Cheers." He says and walks out of the house. I sogh and leaned back. Last night I cracked and told Steve what Natasha and Clint had planned. He had cried as well and we just sepent the night cuddling, hoping that there is no battle so we didn't have to send her away.
it was Christmas and my family spent it at my father's house. I was happy and felt relaxed. T'challa and Pepper came with Brock. "I'm so glad that George found someone to take care of him." I say to Steve and I look down. Steve brought me close and cuddled me close. "We still have today." Steve says. I watched as Jenn helped my dad cleared up the kitchen. I sigh and layed back. "Mommy are you okay? You looked sad." Katrina says. I smile and crouched down so I was at her height.
"I'm sorry sweetheart. I am so happy, I promise." I say quietly and she wraps her tiny arms around my neck and I hugged her back. "All right! It is present time. Let's go! T'challa, Pepper, stop eating. Brock, yo start. Get it going." George says and I sit down and Brock does as well. I see Brock give me a glare when Katrina sits in my lap and I nuzzle into her neck, making her giggle.
"What did you get me?" T'challa asks his older sister. "I'm not giving you anything." She teases. "Hey! Come on, what did you get me?" He whines. "Well, dad, we didn't have time to wrap yours, but here it is." I say and hand him a envelope. "It's a five day fishing trip to Fraser River. It's for you and Jenn." I say. "You leave tomorrow." Steve adds on. We were both smiling, hoping that George won't question us.
"Wow, that's really nice. Thank you. Tomorrow? I can't leave tomorrow." George says looking towards Jennifer. "I made arrangments at work." She says. "Sneaky and extravagant." He says and I could tell he was happy. "And nonrefundable, I'm afraid." Steve says. I held my breath hoping that he will accept. "You two are trying to get rid of me." He asks. We both stay quiet, afraid that he realized that something is wrong.
"Because it's working." He says and chuckles. I felt instantly relieved. "We might catch a Rainbow or even some Bull." She says. George grins. "Woman knows her trout." He says and I felt relieved that my father was happy and together. Jennifer will take good care of him I know. He definitely deserves it. I look down to see Katrina opening her present. "Hey beautiful, let me see what you got there?" I asks and she hands it to me with a beautiful grin. I take it gently to see that it was a braclet.
I smile and look down at her. "Brock made this for you? Wanna put it on?" I ask and she nods and holds out her wrist. I gently put it on for her. We both look at the bracelet. "It's so pretty." She says. I nod and kiss the top of her head quickly. "It's really pretty." I say quietly and I looked over to the crowd and they were all smiling fondly. I grin and hold her close.
Steve and Katrina are the best things that ever happened to me. Without them, I would be nothing.