Jar of hearts

“Please never say that in front of a patient”, she laughed aloud while shaking her head. “That would just resolve in a lawsuit because they start thinking we are sleeping while operating, and we can’t really let that secret get out, now can we?” she chuckled with a softer tune than she had done while laughing.
She let her hand glide over his cheek as he leaned back before sleep, quickly grabbed him, and pulled him under. A soft sigh left her, and she just stood there and gazed at him for a moment. Well, that was until she realised how extraordinarily creepy that was. Shaking her head, she quickly walked downstairs, and just like she had promised, she started unpacking the things she had thrown into her suitcases. Luckily her bathroom, walk-in closet and bedroom were connected, which meant she didn’t need to disturb Willson while he was sleeping.

An hour or so later, she was done. She had put away the things Willson had come with and made herself a cup of coffee she was enjoying while watching the news on her television. Then there was the fact that she might need to call and explain to Ash that her days off wouldn’t be as long as expected, but she still needed a day or two before coming back. At least they could give her that. With all of this that had happened around him, she needed a few moments to breathe. Think it through, and come to terms that her daughter now knew who she was. And there was a chance that she never wanted anything to do with her. It also meant that she needed to call up her daughter and tell her that it might be time for her to meet her dad.

He slowly started waking up again, feeling how heavy his body felt, was it his phone buzzing? Willson moved his hand around till he found his phone in his bathrobe pocket, seeing a series of messages from his father where he was, Willson narrowed his already only half open eyes, feeling a bit drunk on the tiredness that still hung over him. Then putting his phone down for a second, then picking it up again to check what time it was. It was in the middle of the afternoon. Then he opened the messages and simply texted back that he was at Sophia's, and if his father wanted to blame anyone, he should blame Cassian.

Then he put his phone down on top of his chest and looked up for a second, taking a deeper breath in. Realizing what just had happened hours ago. The yelling, the arguing, the fact that he had another daughter and with Sophia. A daughter that she hadn't told him about till now. For twenty or so years - he hadn't known he had a child walking around, him and Cassian should start a club by now. A small groan left him as he sat himself up and ran his hands over his face, shaking his head a little bit. Willson took a sharper breath in and then with a snap of his finger he was dressed like more decent human being instead of someone just rolling out of bed. He swung his legs over the bed and let his feet plant on the floor, still just taking a deeper breath in. Reality was hitting on the door. Not that he had regretted kissing her, because he hadn't. It was the fact that he didn't know his own daughter, and he wanted to meet her, know her. Maybe he should call Tara home for meeting her sister, and also just perhaps spending more time with the family? Even though he knew she was rather busy.

Finally, Willson managed to get up standing and took a deeper breath in feeling his chest rise, then walking down stairs. Right now, this wasn't about him, it was also about the experiences and things that had happened here last night. He made it down stairs and gave her a small yet warm smile and exhaled a little, feeling his muscles relaxed to the fact that she was still here as promised.  Willson walked over and sat down next to her on the couch and leaned in to place a kiss against her temple, then exhaling a little bit taking her in. "How are you feeling?" He wondered, knowing it was a loaded question because there was a lot going on.

Sophia turned her head over her shoulder as she heard Willson enter the living room. She gave him a soft smile as he stood there before walking over towards her. Her hand found his cheek as he leaned in and gave her a kiss against her temple. “Like someone drove me over, and I’m trying to sort through a mess of emotions that I’m not really sure how to deal with” she chuckled with a soft smile as her finger glided over his cheekbone. “How are you feeling?” she asked with a more soothing voice knowing that things might start settling more in. She knew that she might have handled the whole thing wrong, but at the moment when it had happened, she hadn’t known what to do. And as the time went by, she found it more difficult even to tell him what had happened. This had also been why she had run away the first time he had appeared at the hospital, and when he had brought his young daughter into the emergency room, there hadn’t really been a time to tell him then.
“I texted her if you want to meet her; she really wants to; she’ll be flying in from Italy in a couple of days, at least so you have some time to sort through the emotions about it all”, she said with a sad smile letting out a soft breath “I never lied to her, and she knows who you are and what happened, I told her if she wanted to seek you out she was more than welcome too, but she never wanted to intrude on your life when you didn’t know about her” she explained because as soon as Zoila had been old enough to understand there was a father needed to bring a child to this world, she had asked where hers was, which Sophia had explained. “Her name is Zoila” she let out a small breath, not knowing if she was giving him too much information all at once.

Willson listened to how she was feeling, then asking him, he made a small sigh and leaned further back into the couch. "Same honestly, you did pretty much just turn my entire reality around twice within a few hours," he confessed. A part of him was mad, mad that she had kept his daughter from him. Then there was the part who was proud to be a father and wanted nothing more than to meet his daughter. Willson had always wondered what had come between him and Sophia, and sitting here, learning more of what she had been through - he started to realize that partly the blame he gave himself was not to be put there - not entirely at least.

His eyes moved towards Sophia again, when she said she had reached out to their daughter. Even that thought was scary but he liked it, no matter the sadness of not having been a part of raising her. Willson exhaled once again, giving her a warmer smile, happy that Sophia hadn't lied to Zolia about him, "Zolia - I like that," he recalled having mentioned back in the day that if he was to have another child her name should be Zolia. But since it was information he had shared with Sophia he hadn't been able to name Camille that - besides he was happy with the name he had given Camille.

She looked away, feeling, well, guilty if she had to place the emotion that roared through her body. She knew that she had many things she needed to deal with, and what had happened between the two of them had been both their faults; and she shouldn’t have kept the daughter a secret, but she just knew he would do ‘the right thing’ something she hadn’t wanted nor needed back then. Maybe she had also been angry and wanted to punish him for what he had done, only too much later realise that he hadn’t done anything wrong. And what she had done was unforgivable, but the longer she waited, the harder it was to tell him. So, in a way, she was happy that she had finally told him, even if it hadn’t been done the right way.
“Thought you might,” she said with a soft smile forming over her lips. “I’m sorry, by the way”, she whispered, knowing she had already apologised, but she wasn’t sure if she could ever apologise enough times for it to make it okay.

Of course there was a place in his heart that was hurt, felt betrayed for the fact she had kept a child away from him for so many years. Then there was the overjoy of being able to meet her, cherish the time he could have rather than being sad about the time he had lost. It had been his strength in times where he didn't know how to deal with something, he focused on what he could have rather than the bad, knowing if he fell into a hole of darkness it was so much harder for him to fight his way out of it. "I know you are," he replied on his next exhale looking into her eyes, "I know."

Willson took another and sharper breath in, trying to wrap his mind around everything. Maybe a good talk with his father about this mess, then coming back and meet his daughter would clear his mind a little bit? Seemed like the best possible way to wrap his mind around this. "When is she going to arrive?" He wondered.

She could go into great detail about why she hadn’t told him, what had happened to her while she had been captive in a werewolf camp, how it had only been by faking her own death and getting protected by police that she had gotten out. That it scared her to have children now because she had lost so many, either by having to tell them to run, give them away, or they had simply been taken from her by death. But she didn’t, because no matter what, he hadn’t deserved to pay for other people's sins. Sadly, you couldn’t tame the body when it acted on the trauma it had experienced. So for a moment, she was just silent, letting her eyes glide toward the television, even though she wasn’t seeing anything that was going on. Only heard the sharp breath he took, and as if she felt overwhelmed with embarrassment, she looked down at her hands and started picking at her nails.
Her left eye narrowed as she looked up “a day or two, depending on how things are going with her studies,” She also had to call Diego, but before she could do any of that, she had to talk with Mateo. Because she had quickly gotten the feeling that he hadn’t been that excited for his mother to know that he was still alive, understandably so, whatever he had gone through, it couldn’t have been good.

"You can tell her that I'm looking very forward to meeting her," which was the truth, once again trying to put his mindset on being happy on the things he perhaps could be apart of in the future and not the things he had missed out on. It was in times like these he thought about Camile, knowing he had all the time with her, he spent more time with her than Calypso did after all. Still, he couldn't wait to see Zolia, see what she was like: already wondering what she liked doing, her favorite places to go and spend her time. "I guess I will come by within a few days then?" He didn't want to just invade her home if that wasn't what she wanted. Sophia had enough on her plate as it was. "I won't take much of your time if you prefer having your space to yourself - but I would like to see more of you again," he carefully grabbed her hand and gave it a small squeeze before lifting it up and placed his lips on the knuckles.

“I will”, she told him with a soft smile, and if anything, she was looking forward to it as well. Seeing her daughter standing there and talking with her father. She deserved that, as much as Willson deserved to have a relationship with Zolia.
Her tongue glided over her teeth as he proposed that he would come by within a few days—already planning in her head how she was going to do this or how it would best make sense. He pulled her right out of her train of thoughts when he lifted her hand and placed a soft kiss against her knuckles. A warm smile formed over her lips, and she let her eyes lock with his. “I would like that too,” she said with a warmness to her voice; “You could take Camille with you if you want; it would be nice to get to know her as well”, it felt—weird, talking like this. Not that she didn’t want it, nor she didn’t look forward to actually starting talking once again—see where the relationship would bring them. But there was still the lingering feeling of fear and doubt that she wasn’t sure she would ever be completely free off, but hopefully, with time, it would slowly be so silent that she wouldn’t be able to hear them.

His smile pulled up in a bit bigger smile as she mentioned she as well would like it. The suggestion about bringing Camille made a delighted chuckle leave him, yeah, he would love to bring her. "I'm sure she will be thrilled to join," he knew that Camille was too young to understand what went on, but to him it was as well important that if he was going to commit to this, that Camille was loved and taken care for as well: especially as well since as Calypso did her own thing - and he was beginning to worry if things were actually alright. He had tried checking in with her, but nothing. But it was a drama for another day.  And he remained seating and talking with Sophia for an hour more or so before he headed home, explaining to his father what had went on - after all he sort of owned his father an explanation for the rushed behavior this morning.


It wasn't typical for Willson to be nervous, not like this nervous. He was a natural overthinker however, and he had thought-out every single little scenario about this, good and bad scenarios, making him sweat a little bit - nothing some magic couldn't fix alongside Camille's giggling as he took her out of the car seat. Sitting her down, lifting her tiny fingers up to wrap her hand around two of her father's fingers while they walked towards the door. Then lifting her up to let her knock with him on the door, knowing very well they were expected. Now, he just waited for the door to be opened.

Zolia looked up from her book, watching how her mother was working on the ninth cake or something like that. Did surgeons and doctors never rest their hands? Always making something, even though she had heard plenty of stories about doctors who were terrible cooks. She jumped up from her seat “they are here!” Sophia looked up, nervously breathing as she dried her hands off in the apron and followed the impatient Zolia, that opened the door and gave her father a giant smile “hi!” then her eyes found her sister. She squatted down to greet her first. “Hello, you must be Camille?” she said, taking her tiny hand and giving it a slight squeeze. Then she got up “come in; mom has been baking the entire morning, so I think she was expecting you to bring a whole neighbourhood of children, no doubt”, she chuckled, Sophia giving her daughter a slight slap against her shoulder. A laugh left her before turning and looked at Willson “come in; I can have some hot chocolate for the kids and some coffee for the grownups; how does that sound?” she wondered, giving him a small smile, knowing this had to be as nerve-racking for him as it was for her.