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The bright light washed over him, momentarily blinding Gerry as it passed. When his eyes had adjusted he stood...back on the very dock he had fought so hard to leave only few weeks earlier. Ginny stood, her makeup run down her eyes, her hair askew and her pale skin dotted with bruises and minor scrapes. She apparently had put up a fight when they'd banished her there.
Gerry felt suddenly very heavy. Too heavy for his legs to support. Those usually brilliant blue eyes were drained, crushed, heartbroken as he stared down at his cooing, wriggling baby girl. Nasya made little noises of discomfort, blissfully unaware of what just happened. Gerry dropped to his knees, clutching his daughter to him, big shoulders heaving as grief took him.
Ginny rushed to his side, wrapping her arms around him, holding her brother as he wept. The two were stranded. Stuck there with no way home.
One Month Later
Gerry woke to the sound of Nasya crying. The haze of alcohol still heavy on his brain. His bloodshot eyes blinked open as he slowly came to. "Uggh...what the hell?" he muttered with a husky voice.
He peeled himself off his bed. His parents had put him in his childhood room when they'd gotten home. For the past month, he'd been looking for work. Not an easy task for a 30 year old man whose work records literally didn't exist on his current planet of residence. Even if he COULD forge documents, he'd have to find work out of town. Gerry spent most of his nights and free time from his daughter in a drunken daze, putting away enough alcohol to kill lesser men. Thank God for his sister and his parents because that kid would be screwed if it was just him.
He stood a little too fast, his hands going out to his side to keep balance. God, his head hurt. He stumbled over to the crib, a small smile coming to his face. "Heeeey, Munchkin." He reached down and scooped her up. "What's the matter, huh?" he asked her in a soothing voice, putting her against his chest. Nasya made those little worried sounds when they weren't quite sure if they were done being uncomfortable yet. He grinned, carefully making his way out of the room, quietly heading to the kitchen.
"You hungry?" he said to the still-fussing child as he readied her bottle. Nasya took to the bottle greedily, those big blue eyes staring up at him. A small laugh escaped him. "Heh...you've got your mama's appetite when it comes to bottles, you know that?"
His smile faded at that. He took a seat at the kitchen table while his daughter fed. He glanced around him, taking in that old kitchen. A sigh left him as he slumped back.
"What are we gonna do, kid?" He turned those blurry eyes down to the baby. "What are we gonna do?"
Footsteps came from the hall, and Gerry knew immediately who it was. "Hey...I heard the pipsqueak squallin'. Everything okay?" Bill asked, standing at the top of the small staircase.
Gerry smiled up at his dad. "Yeah. Just hungry."
Bill stepped down, in his bathrobe, old, almost-transparent T-shirt, and pj pants. He pulled out a chair and lowered himself with a groan. The old knees were not what they once were. The eyes, though, they were still sharp. He stared at his son. "You drunk?" He asked.
Shame fell over Gerry's face. He didn't even need to answer. The look of disappointment on his father's face didn't help. Bill reached out for his grand daughter. "What the hell's the matter with you?" He asked "Give her here."
Gerry carefully handled over the baby to Bill's waiting hands. He curled her in his arm making sure she was comfy. "Ohhhh, theeeere she is. Pops's got ya, kiddo."
Gerry watched his father, SO good with her. It warmed his heart. Made him a bit envious that he'd missed out being raised by this man.
Bill smiled down to her and tapped her nose lightly. "You are a beauty, you know that, kid?"
Nasya smiled around her bottle. "Yes you are!" Bill said to her in his playful voice. "Yes, my little angel is!" That got a giggle out of the girl. Bill's chuckled and looked up to Gerry.
His son had been so distant since he'd returned. And now he felt like things were getting worse. "You can't keep doing this to yourself, kid." Bill said with a shake of his head.
Gerry hung his head and nodded. "I know."
"Look, Gerry...I know you're hurtin'. I can't imagine what it would be like...separated from your mother, unable to tell her why I left and where one a' you kids were. It's awful. It's awful, it's *****y, and a husband and parent should never have to go through it on either side." Bill adjusted the baby and put her up on his shoulder, little Nasya resting against him peacefully. "But this little girl? She's gonna need her daddy. She's gonna need you."
Gerry looked from his father to his daughter. There wasn't a thing in the world he wouldn't do for her. And his father was right. The pain he felt was unreal. It all seemed like it should have been so simple. He couldn't handle the fact that there was no way to contact Keirra, no way to get back to her. She was the love of his life and she'd forever believe he'd forsaken her. He'd give anything to see her smile, tell him she loved him one last time.
But those were fantasies. This was reality. Nothing would ever be the same. And his dad was right, Nasya needed him. "I'm going to be better, Dad. I promise."
Bill smiled lightly. "I know you are." he said as if it were a forgone conclusion. "I've seen you when you're with her. You're a good dad, kid."
Gerry's brow furrowed, sometimes he wasn't so sure. "Am I?"
Bill's eyes, so similar to Gerry's turned up to him. "Kid...you been given some of the worst runs of luck I ever seen. Life's handed you more 'n your share of sh-" he glanced down. "Bad luck. You got this beautiful little girl here and when you're there...you're great. You dote on her. But once you get alone..." Bill shook his head.
Gerry nodded. He knew he was getting out of control with the drinking. It was irresponsible of him to be carting the baby around tonight while drunk. Fortunately nothing happened, but something could have.
"Look...I ain't gonna tell ya things are going to be easy. They aren't. You're a single dad now. And it's gonna be a bitch. But we're here. Your ma...me...Gin. We're all here for ya, kiddo. And I can promise you this. This little girl is NEVER going to feel unloved. Not here. And you are NEVER alone."
Gerry could feel his chest tighten and the wetness in his eyes. His brow furrowed as he wiped his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. His cheeks puffed as he blew out a shuddering breath of air. "Thank you, Dad."
Bill Finnegan smiled to his son. "We're your family. It's what we do."