Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress Novel

Chapter 492 Amy's POV The only problem with my plan to try to do something to help my parents was that Stacy and I still weren't really talking to each other. I didn't like it, but since our argument about whether or not Mom and Dad were breaking up, we'd only really been around each other when we had to be in the car to school and at family meals. I already missed her more than anything in the world. She was my best friend, and we'd been together since we were babies. Every day, nearly every moment. It wasn't like we had never fought before, but it was never anything like this.

Typically, we'd make up within an hour, or at the very least the day. It had been several days now, and everything hurt. I wanted my sister and my best friend. But I wasn't going to admit she was right about Mom and Dad. At least... that had been my plan. Maybe I'd been kidding myself. Mom left that car just now like she couldn't get away from Dad fast enough. And for the past few days, they had barely spoken more than two words to each other. Both had made sure to take time to play and talk with Stacy and me, but just as Stacy and I weren't spending time together, neither were they.

When they came to see me, it was one or the other, not both at the same time. I didn't want to live like this. As much as I tried to tell myself everything wasn't falling apart, it sure felt like it was. I was lonely and sad all the time, and I wondered if Stacy felt the same way. I was tired of waiting to find out. She was more stubborn than me. I didn't think she'd reach out to talk to me first... probably because she seemed to be right about everything that was going on. So, it was going to have to be me who did something.

Looking away from the window, I marched toward the door, ready to finally reconnect with my sister. I threw opened the door and paused. Stacy was standing just on the other side of it, her hand up, fingers clenched in a little fist like she was about to knock. After seeing me, she blushed a little as she lowered her hand. "Hey," she said. "Hi," I replied. She cleared her throat. "Were you going somewhere?" "I, uh..." I blushed now, too. "I was coming to see you." "Oh..." I turned and walked into my room. Stacy followed me, and even closed the door behind us.

"We should talk," I said before she could say anything. 1/3 "I want to, too," Stacy replied. "I hate fighting." "Me, too!" I said. "And..." I weaved my fingers together. "I think you might be right about everything. I just saw Mom drop of Dad and she didn't even say goodbye. I think they might be..." I didn't want to say it out loud because it hurt too much. Stacy had no problem doing so, though. "Breaking up?" "Yeah..." I lowered my head. "Then we have to help them," Stacy said. I looked up, surprised and somewhat hopeful.

I'd been wanting to do the same thing, but I didn't have any kind of plan yet. Stacy was always the one who could come up with the wild plans between the two of us. I hoped this time she could think of something that would help Mom and Dad. "We can't go anywhere," I told her. While I didn't know what exactly was going on, it was clear that something was. All of the adults were tense about something, even our teachers at school. One of the other kids mentioned something about rogues, but no one really knows the who or what, only that the rules for us have gotten even more strict. No going out.

Parks were all closed. With so many guards everywhere, whatever we were going to do, it would probably be better to just stay home. But what could we do if we had to stay home... "I have an idea!" Stacy said suddenly. I brightened at once. "But we need to ask the cook for help," she said. Dad always taught us to see the staff like family, so I didn't see any problem with this. "Let's go right now!" I said. Stacy smiled and we took off, both running for the kitchen. Amelia's POV After arriving back home, I felt... out of sorts.

Even after so long, I was still hearing the same belittling remarks, and while I was happy that Damien defended me, I still hated that he felt like he had to. I wanted to be someone that commanded respect. Instead, in this moment, I felt like the same scared human I had been all those years ago when I had first arrived in the pack. Maybe the melancholy was making me feel nostalgic, but before long, I found myself wandering through the house, looking at the old family photos. There were a few of Damien and me, but the majority of the photos on display were of Damien with the girls.

So many moments from when they were babies to toddlers and now children. I was grateful to be here now, but 2/3 saddened by just how much I had missed. - When I put my own feelings aside and focused on what I was seeing in those photos, they were such precious moments. Damien made sure the girls had tons of experiences at amusement parks on the rides, or camping, cooking marshmallows by the campfire. Damien had been a good father, and still was.

It was difficult to connect the man in my mind who had been so hurtful that I had to flee the pack with the man I could see in these photos, who loved his family so much. But maybe it wasn't really all that hard to believe. Maybe he'd just been waiting for his children to be born for this part of him to shine. Or maybe it was losing me that made him soften. I didn't know, but I mulled it over for the rest of the afternoon, until Damien returned home. I wanted to start training right away, but I figured he'd have some new excuse for not wanting to start tonight.

Right now, thinking of the past, anger was thrumming through me. If he had acted like he was now before, then maybe I wouldn't have needed to run. Maybe we could have had all of this from the building. I didn't even know how to begin forgiving him. He walked into the room then, finding me looking at the pictures on the wall. "Amelia," he said softly, like he wanted to talk. I ignored him for as long as I could, not looking forward to the fight I was certain would follow that word, my name. Instead, we both seemed surprised as Amy and Stacy ran into the room. "Dad, you're home!" Amy said.

"Perfect timing," Stacy added. Damien raised a single brow. "I'm always happy to see you, girls, but perfect timing for what?" "For your date, of course!" Stacy said. "We didn't "I started to say. Amy interrupted, "We made you dinner!" COIN BUNDLE: get more free bonus D Comments Support Share GET IT X 3/3 Joseph King