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[ELIZA DRU RHODES-MORRISON]

The lobby hadn't changed any from nine months ago when she said her last good byes to this place. No, everything was the same. The golden mailboxes, each lined up in numerical order, the cool grounds reflecting the lights that hung over head. Everything was exactly the same. The only thing different. For once she wasn't going right back up to herhouse where she had lived with her husband for so long. No, for once she was timid to even make her way into the stair case, or the elevator for that matter. All she wanted to do was stand there with her arms crossed over her stomach, watching Kalea run around in circles giggling, and occasionally glance down at her son sleeping soudnly in the car seat...

It felt so wrong not holding him as she stood there. it felt so wrong knwoing she couldnt' hold him without the fear her muscles could have another spasm and drop him. Hell she knew she was having issues keeping her arm propped up to hold the phone to her ear. Everything was off... Everything was different with her. The surroundings might still be the same, but the girl stranding before them was no longer the same Eliza Morrison who walked out on her husband and this place those months ago... No. she would much rather be that gilr, but she knew that it wouldnt' happen.

As she stood there she just looked down at her kids, until she heard the foot steps coming, and then the familiar voice that she had missed so much these past few months.. Seeing as there was no more point in the phone she let it click shut, and slid it into her pocket, not even able to answer him before Kalea's face lit up and she just looked at her dad before grinning and running over to him, yelling daddy really loudly and wrapping her arms around his legs.. That was enough to show her that this had been way to long.. Maybe she should have left, but she should have never taken those kids from their father. No, he lvoved him just as he loved her, and she had the audacity to keep him away from everything that had been going on in both of there lives.. So what kind of mother was she.. Was she exactly what Deacon had said she was.. Trouble? because that was exactly what it was looking at..

There was a smile on her face though, through all of this there was that same Eliza Dru smile plastered on her lips as she just held her arms to her side, not trusting herself ever since the speach mishap in the car. She wouldn't go hug him... not right away. not for the fact she didnt want to just knock the hell out of him in the process. That would be... Not the best reunion.. So... standing here seemed to be the best option for everyone. Letting Ka hug him, she swallowd that constant lump in her throat and just looked him over. "What is this.... This... is Your... wife... and kids.... needing a serious pick up.."

[DEACON OLIVER JAMES MORRSION]

Deacon sighed lightly, a little inaudible over the phone, it just had such a hard time trying to hold a conversation with his wife. He pretended to sound happy and delighted to hear her voice every time she managed to call him. It really did upset him to have her call, he just missed her so much. Eliza and the kids had really been his entire life for as far as he cared to remember. Regardless, he tried to humour her in hopes that she could come back and just let things go back to normal. Back to when they were living together with no troubles. He waited hand on foot for her, never troubled her with anything except some small forms of love and attention every now and then. Now, he felt like it was more blame on him. If he had asked more questions or noticed signs earlier on he could have just prevented all of this. The young man just tried to shrug the hard feelings off his shoulders, slipping on his shoes and grabbing his keys before heading down toward the front lobby where all the mail was kept. Honestly, it wasn’t such a bad idea anyway posed by Eliza since he had forgotten to open the box earlier on that day.

As he walked down the few flights of stairs, he stayed on the phone with the pair – Eliza and Ka. If Oli could talk, he would have tried to converse with him as well. He loved hearing his daughter’s voice even if he could hear the hints of Eliza speckled throughout the things the little girl said. She was just like her mother whether Deacon loved it or not (which he did actually love a lot). He loved the fact that the little girl was turning more and more out like her mother. He would have rather Kalea be like her than him. He was the biggest wallflower in existence. He hardly left his comfort zone, the meek and quiet Deacon as per usual. However, he didn’t want her to be exactly like her mother either. As much as Deacon loved Eliza, there were always a few little things that he wished Ka would never really go through at such an early age like partying and all those other teenage pressures. He hated hearing his little sister talk about partying, nothing but bad ever came from them. However, he couldn’t just put up a fence around her and be naive enough to think she’d stay inside the boundaries.

With a few steps left, he could hear some mild mumbling in the lobby but didn’t really think much about it. It was an apartment and there were plenty of other people that lived inside it, especially with young children. Deacon stayed on the phone, that was until he thought he lost the call. He stopped on the steps for a few moments. He hated the apartment for that. Every now and then he would just lose the signal and have to call people back once he was up in his room. Dea was actually pretty surprised it lasted as long as it did. Looking over the screen, the call had definitely stopped so he closed his phone and shoved it into the pocket of his sweat pants. He wasn’t exactly feeling like the hottest thing ever and thusly he didn’t really dress like it either. Some sweatpants and a t-shirt was his mail retrieving attire of choice for this afternoon. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, his eyes looked up to see three familiar figures in the lobby. He was completely stunned. He just stood there, a little confused in all honesty. His eyes watched for a few seconds as his daughter ran over to him, wrapping her small arms around his leg. He placed his hand on her back holding her lightly. “Hey babygirl...” After a few seconds, he looked down to her, picking up the little girl in her arms and holding her close, walking closer to Eliza. “Hey...” He said quickly. Deacon was honestly so stunned about the situation; he just... didn’t really know what to say. “Why are you guys here? It’s late. Aren’t you all tired?” He spotted his son sleeping in the carrier by Eliza’s feet. He hadn’t seen his son in such a long time, he would have forgotten what he looked like if Eliza hadn’t sent photos or video’s now and then.

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notes my balls it's crap haah sorry

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[ELIZA DRU RHODES-MORRISON]

There was no doubt that Eliza loved the man who was standing before her. Because she did. She loved him with every ounce in her heart, and its why now she finds it so hard to believe that she could have left him eight months ago when she did. Eliza assumed it went back to that independent nature she had.. The same one she was hoping that her daughter didn't develop. Not all of it anyways. There was always something good about being independent, but not to the extent that Eliza had become. Being married and waited around on hand and foot was not what she wanted out of a marriage. When she said i do in that place when she was nineteen she never figured that he would become her personal maid. No. she had thought he knew from all the years of being friends that she wanted to be able to do things on her own. But apparently she was not clear enough with that, which led to her leaving. Was it her fault? Yes, was it his? no. not at all. He didn't know what he was doing, and had never taken the time to well.... Show him what he was doing wrong, which went back to her not being the best wife on the block. Communication is suppose to be a big part of a marriage, and it was something they lacked in the later years of their marriage.

Watching him stand there with that expression on his face as he picked up their daughter, she knew that h wasn't expecting this. No one was expecting this. Not her parents her friends no one.. Yes they figured she would come back, but not because she was sick... But because they finally worked things out, but it seemed things were going to have to go backwards from what everyone expected, even though... There wasn't much to work out between them. They had never been a couple with a ton of problems. They were good... Like... really good, until he became a little too perfect of a husband... Which she knew she would point out, but there would be a time for that and it wasn't right now.. Not right when she walked back into his life, hell she wasn't even sure if he would bring her back into his home... But she did know that he did not sign those divorce papers, every time he received them. So that was at least a pick up on what she was feeling. Or so she hoped.Thats all she could have in this situation. Hope. Wasn't that all she was entitled?

Kalea seemed to fit right back in place on his hip though. She just wrapped her little arms around him and settled right back into her side. Something she knew the girl had missed for a long time coming. Defiantly all the nights she found herself lying in bed next to the upset child, comforting her telling her one day she would be able to see him again. Apparently the little girl was like her mom in more ways the one. She wasn't content with just getting the phone calls every once and a while from her father. No... Eliza even had to explain that it wasn't her daddy who wanted to be away from her.... But it was her herself who had to take some time away... And well, telling that to a two year old can leave you with a cold shoulder for a little while. Even though, Ka did have to come around soon enough, if she wanted to be fed and such, but there was still that little look of dissatisfaction on her daughters face when she was sitting at the breakfast table and her father wasn't around.

"Hello to you too." her voice was soft as she just looked up at the man, with her hand still latched on her hip keeping it in place as she looked up at him standing so close. It had been a long time since she had seen him so close... "I guess that means there is no hug for me." Not that she was begin serious.. She didn't figure he would even want to touch her, but it had always been worth a shot. So she just smiled at him, and looked up at Kalea who was showing no signs of exhaustion... Probably because she just got her father back, and who would want to sleep in circumstances lke that. It would have to be Oliver, because well, he was the only one who was remotely tired out of the group. "no.... actually i think your son is the only one who is tired.. Kalea slept on the way here.. and I, don't honestly think I can sleep." She said softly looking up at Kalea, taking her down out of his hands slowly and sitting her on her feet, as she just instantly hugged his foot again. But Eliza just smiled contently, and hesitantly leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him, not knowing his reaction, but just resting her head on his chest and swallowing the lump in her throat. "I'm sorry..."

[DEACON OLIVER JAMES MORRSION]

Deacon was honestly so shocked about the whole situation. What was he supposed to do? The young man just felt frozen. Frozen in time, frozen in position, thoughts, feelings – everything. He didn’t know how to move or react to any of this. It had been such a long time since he had seen their actual faces and not just a picture or two every once and a while. It was a hard thing for him to just wrap his head around. For a split second, he thought this was all just some elaborate joke. His eyes looked around slightly, waiting for cameras or a television host to pop out from a hidden corner. But, none of that happened, and Eliza was just standing there in front of him. If he didn’t know better, he probably would have just collapsed to the floor in shock and disbelief, but Kalea was in his arms and fainting was just not an option at the moment. He wrapped another arm around the little girl holding her close and kissing her head a few times. He had missed her so much. Dea would be lying if he said he hadn’t cried on a few occasions just because of how badly he missed his family. It was those times (soon after she had disappeared) that Deacon would call up his mother late at night and just have her coax him down enough to fall back to sleep. He fell victim to nightmares which were really just replays of reality. However, in his dreams, he got to watch them leave instead of him being fast asleep thinking everything was well and dandy. It was all just so surreal for him.

His eyes soon fell on Eliza. She looked well enough, maybe a little on the tired side with small dark bags under her eyes. He didn’t know how far away she had bunkered herself down. Maybe it was a long trip from here, he couldn’t be sure about it. The male took in a deep breath, just trying to gain his bearings in some sense. He looked down at himself, wishing that he had worn something else. He looked so horrible. It had been a while since he had shaved his face; he wasn’t in anything more than pyjamas. He was just coming down to check his mail, and they just happened to ambush him. Why was she even coming back now? Was it because he had failed to sign the divorce papers she had sent to him? He really hoped that she hadn’t come here to harass him about those since he felt like he’d never sign them. He didn’t want to. Deacon still believed deep down that Eliza really didn’t want a divorce, why would she? He couldn’t remember a single thing he had ever done wrong to her. He wasn’t abusive to her; he didn’t ignore her in any way, shape or form. Deacon provided for each and every one of them even though he felt so overwhelmed at times (though he’d never voice that to anyone) and yet, she still left him. Yet, she still sent him papers for divorce. When he had first received those papers, it felt like his whole world had come crashing down on him and that there was no chance in hell that he’d ever get to see his children again. Those kids meant the absolute world to him, and even though he would have severely missed Eliza being there – there was nothing that could replace a child’s love. Deacon was heartbroken in every sense of the word but no one but his family would ever know it. He was a master at hiding things and making sure no one knew things were bothering him. Really, it was only his sisters that knew when something was wrong. It was like they could just read it off of his face before he could even open his mouth. He hated how much he leaned on them for support. Deacon was supposed to be the big brother that could take care of everyone and never needed to be taken care of. Boy, was he wrong.

“Hi.” He nearly stuttered out. Having trouble forming words, let alone sentences, as soon as he heard her voice. Deacon looked between Ka and Eliza, he wasn’t even sure how to go about hugging her. He felt afraid that it was just all some horrible nightmare and as soon as he would touch her – they would all disappear back into his subconscious. He was absolutely speechless, his mouth opened slightly but not a word sounded from his mouth. “I... Sorry.” It was like as if standing in front of them made him more increasingly nervous and shocked. It really couldn’t have all been happening. So, Deacon just nodded. There wasn’t much else he could think of doing. His eyes watched as Eliza moved forward and he could feel himself retracting slightly from her. He didn’t want to let go of Kalea. What if he let go and then Eliza just, ran back off?! However, he continued to watch as she took Ka out of his arms and set her gently back down on the floor where the little one continued to hug onto his leg. Before he knew it, Eliza was hugging him. Her body was pressed against his and she was just ... right.. there. Deacon had no idea what to do with himself. Was he supposed to push her off and start going off on her about how she had no right on this earth to just take his kids and disappear like she had? His arms lifted up, gently wrapping around her back, patting her slightly. He was dead silent, trying to figure out what the fuck was even going on. “It’s all right” He said softly. The male could barely form more than a whisper with his words, almost feeling the tears well up in his eyes. Not because he was sad, but more so because he was just so overwhelmed by the idea that maybe this wasn’t just some horrible nightmare and his family was actually coming back to him.

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