Married By Mistake novel Chapter 11

LUNA

"He's fine. Don't worry, Luna. Your father's fine. Just avoid stressing Beiron." Our Family Doctor said. It was as if a thorn in my side had been bitten by a thorn in my side when he told me the good news. I no longer bothered to comb when Dylan said he had attacked Dad. My fear of losing it prevailed.

"Thanks, God," I said tremblingly. "W-When will he wake up?"

"We don't know yet. I still need to observe him. Once the results come out, he can be taken home." Smiling he said and then looked at the wristwatch. "I'll leave you first. I'll go round."

Dylan put his arm around me. I just felt that he was beside me. I stared at him. To this day, I still do not feel secure until Dad wakes up.

"'Don't worry. The doctor said he's already fine, Luna."

I shook. "This is all my fault."

I sat down next to Dad and held his hand. Tears streaming down my face. "This is all my fault. I'm so sorry, Papa."

Dylan touched my shoulder. "It's not your fault at all, Luna. Your Dad is just really naughty and doesn't want to stop working."

I stared at the devices attached to Dad's hand and nose. I want him healed. I want my father's strength back.

"Avery .." Dad moaned. He mentioned Mama's name because that's what Papa used as a nickname for her. "Take me with you."

"Papa." I held his hand to wake him up. Don't leave me yet, 'Pa. How much more I want to tell you. I will fix the misunderstanding between the two of us.

He looked up and smiled at me. I was dumbfounded. This is the first time Papa smiled at me. Dad caressed my cheek despite his weakness. I held his hand that was on my cheek.

"My lovely wife... I missed you."

"'Well, I thought you'd lose me too," I said tremblingly. "You scared me."

Dad's expression changed. It became fierce. He quickly removed his hand from my cheek.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't work anymore. Just rest at our house."He laughed heartily. Even weakly it forced him to sit up. He held my hand when I restrained him. "Don't touch me!"

"'Pa,' don't shout, it'll be with you."

"I said, shut up!" I step backwards.

"Papa, that's enough! You're a self-centred father! If Luna was just a normal child, she would have given up on you for a long time and left you. But no, she's still like that because she knows the day will come when you'll need her too."

"Dylan, that's enough. Papa's condition isn't stable yet." I stopped him. "Just let me talk to him. Alone."

"How much time do you need?"

"An hour."

he nodded and left the room. When I confronted Dad, he was lying down with his back to me.

"Papa, are you .. are you hungry? I brought some fruit for you."

"I want you to get out of my room." He said emphatically while looking out the window.

"'Well, how long have we been like this?"

He didn’t answer.

I sat in the chair next to his bed. "I am not a daughter you wanted me to be. Until now I still wonder why God allowed me to live in this world. Maybe whatever else I do you will never appreciate. No matter how high my average in school, or even though I'm a Valedictorian, you're still not proud that I'm your child. "

My voice began to tremble. Both sides of my eyes also warmed up. "I never get tired of waiting for you every family day at school. Your picture is still what I always present when my teachers ask who is the superhero in my life. I love you so much, 'Pa."

"It breaks me every time you show up and make me feel like I don't deserve where I stand right now." I pressed my palms together and stared at every drop of my tears there. "He still wasn't looking at me." Forgive me, Papa. I'm sorry I made your life miserable. I'm sorry I killed Mama. I'm sorry I can't be like Camille. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I was born. I'm sorry, Papa. I'm may not be the perfect daughter you ever wanted, but you're always the best father I've ever had. "

I leaned on the bed. I cried. I stopped when I felt a warm hand caress my head. I looked up. He was smiling. "I saw those drawings you made when you were seven. And I know you always send me a card when it's Father's Day, but you use Camille's name because you're scared of me."

He sighed, his expression becoming soft. "And I saw you preparing breakfast just for me because all our housemaids took a day off. You were ten years old then. You're standing on a chair while preparing my coffee. The kitchen was a mess."

"I dropped the flour on the floor." I sniffle said.

"I saw that. And when you slipped, I almost ran towards you. But you were holding on to the chair." He smiled gently.

I quickly stood up and hugged him tightly. I cried on my dad’s arm as he stroked my hair.

"Shh, stop crying," he whispered after kissing me on the forehead. "I'm sorry I made you feel so unwanted, Luna."

No words came out of my lips. I just cried as I hugged Dad.