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The air in the room was thick with shock and disbelief. Your mother had collected herself sitting in your father's chair. Antonio stood still, wary of what your father might do if he even attempted to twitch.
Your own (e/c) eyes were downcast. You smoothed out your skirt several times before speaking up.
"Papa, why are you so against our love?" Your father opened his mouth.
"Don't raise your voice," warned your mum. "She could have easily eloped instead of ask for our blessing."
"(Name), it's not an easy task to find suitors. Let alone get one's daughter or son married. What would people say if I was unable to get my daughter settled down?"
"Why is getting married the most important thing? I can take care of myself. Let the people talk. They have always had something to say about me."
"That's what you don't understand! I cannot stand hearing slander and gossip about my family."
Your mother sat up straighter and stared at your father. You narrowed your eyes, unsure of what to do.
"I built myself a reputation so I would never have to hear a bad word about me or my family. When I married your mum, it was without my parents' blessing."
Your mother flinched at the confession.
"It was difficult and your mother was hurt by the gossip around. We even isolated ourselves for a while." Your father sighed.
"If you do not care of what people say behind your back, I cannot change that. But I am not one to sit and hear it. I would not wish it on you, (Name)." His eyes flickered to Antonio.
"Nor would I wish it on....him."
You moved closer to the pirate. Staring your father in the eye, you gripped his hand.
"Then we won't stay here."
"But (Name)!" cried out Mum. She covered her mouth and you could see her battling tears.
Papa's eyes widened and he turned to hug his wife. She brushed past him like she was batting a fly.
"But where would you go?" She gripped your hands, her body trembling with the shock of your response.
You paused. On impulse, you responded rashly. You did not discuss it with Antonio either. You glanced at Antonio. He was staring at you, expecting an explanation.
“Anywhere, everywhere, but not here.” If you thought your mother would be more accepting to this proposal; you were wrong. Suddenly, she hugged you close and tightly. You hugged her back.
“I can’t let you go, (Name),” she whispered. “You were my hope in adversity, when I look at you, I see everything that your father and I put into you. I cannot let you just leave.”
You closed your eyes and buried your face into her shoulder. You did not want to cry in front of Papa, Antonio, or even your mum. You never second guessed yourself about traveling. You had always been ready to go.
Now you weren’t so sure.
Pulling away from her grasp, you blinked hard.
“I’ll come back. I’ll return with stories and gifts and surprises. Just like Papa does on his trips. I’ll visit. And maybe one day I will stay. But I cannot know if I want to stay if I don’t go.”
Too strong arms encased you and Mum. The scent of ink and coins filled your nostrils.
“You’ll return, (Name). I know you will,” said Papa, his chest rumbling against your ear.
On your left, another pair of arms joined in. You managed out a laugh, attempting to lift the mood.
“I’m going to assume we have your blessing now,” you said, wiping away your tears with your sleeve.
“Oh, (Name), don’t ruin your dress,” chastised your mother as everyone pulled away.
“Can you please release me,” demanded your father. Antonio had continued to hug him tightly saying various incoherent phrases in Spanish and English. A scowl was upon Papa’s features. “(Name) tell him.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” continued the pirate as you removed him.
“He’s just very grateful, Papa.” You smiled.
“You must be famished, dear. Come have something to eat,” ordered your mother, leaving the room with Antonio. The door closed behind you.
You stared at your father. Unable to restrain yourself you released a fountain of tears. Papa held you close and was silent. You could hear his heart beat and smell the faint scent of metal coins. He slipped something hard into your palm and closed your fingers around it.
“I love you, Papa.”
Your own (e/c) eyes were downcast. You smoothed out your skirt several times before speaking up.
"Papa, why are you so against our love?" Your father opened his mouth.
"Don't raise your voice," warned your mum. "She could have easily eloped instead of ask for our blessing."
"(Name), it's not an easy task to find suitors. Let alone get one's daughter or son married. What would people say if I was unable to get my daughter settled down?"
"Why is getting married the most important thing? I can take care of myself. Let the people talk. They have always had something to say about me."
"That's what you don't understand! I cannot stand hearing slander and gossip about my family."
Your mother sat up straighter and stared at your father. You narrowed your eyes, unsure of what to do.
"I built myself a reputation so I would never have to hear a bad word about me or my family. When I married your mum, it was without my parents' blessing."
Your mother flinched at the confession.
"It was difficult and your mother was hurt by the gossip around. We even isolated ourselves for a while." Your father sighed.
"If you do not care of what people say behind your back, I cannot change that. But I am not one to sit and hear it. I would not wish it on you, (Name)." His eyes flickered to Antonio.
"Nor would I wish it on....him."
You moved closer to the pirate. Staring your father in the eye, you gripped his hand.
"Then we won't stay here."
"But (Name)!" cried out Mum. She covered her mouth and you could see her battling tears.
Papa's eyes widened and he turned to hug his wife. She brushed past him like she was batting a fly.
"But where would you go?" She gripped your hands, her body trembling with the shock of your response.
You paused. On impulse, you responded rashly. You did not discuss it with Antonio either. You glanced at Antonio. He was staring at you, expecting an explanation.
“Anywhere, everywhere, but not here.” If you thought your mother would be more accepting to this proposal; you were wrong. Suddenly, she hugged you close and tightly. You hugged her back.
“I can’t let you go, (Name),” she whispered. “You were my hope in adversity, when I look at you, I see everything that your father and I put into you. I cannot let you just leave.”
You closed your eyes and buried your face into her shoulder. You did not want to cry in front of Papa, Antonio, or even your mum. You never second guessed yourself about traveling. You had always been ready to go.
Now you weren’t so sure.
Pulling away from her grasp, you blinked hard.
“I’ll come back. I’ll return with stories and gifts and surprises. Just like Papa does on his trips. I’ll visit. And maybe one day I will stay. But I cannot know if I want to stay if I don’t go.”
Too strong arms encased you and Mum. The scent of ink and coins filled your nostrils.
“You’ll return, (Name). I know you will,” said Papa, his chest rumbling against your ear.
On your left, another pair of arms joined in. You managed out a laugh, attempting to lift the mood.
“I’m going to assume we have your blessing now,” you said, wiping away your tears with your sleeve.
“Oh, (Name), don’t ruin your dress,” chastised your mother as everyone pulled away.
“Can you please release me,” demanded your father. Antonio had continued to hug him tightly saying various incoherent phrases in Spanish and English. A scowl was upon Papa’s features. “(Name) tell him.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” continued the pirate as you removed him.
“He’s just very grateful, Papa.” You smiled.
“You must be famished, dear. Come have something to eat,” ordered your mother, leaving the room with Antonio. The door closed behind you.
You stared at your father. Unable to restrain yourself you released a fountain of tears. Papa held you close and was silent. You could hear his heart beat and smell the faint scent of metal coins. He slipped something hard into your palm and closed your fingers around it.
“I love you, Papa.”
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And part 14 is now here! This will be the second to last chapter. I don't know how many of you guys read this but if you do please comment with names for the baby and what gender you want. The one with the most preference will be the gender for the baby. Other than that, enjoy!
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i want to cry to this chapter but because of my lil brother yelling i can't