Glad people liked the first part :) I'm really enjoying writing this so it's great that people are enjoying reading it too :) Here's part 2 XD
PART 2
The train ride was a study in uncomfortable silence. She would not meet his eye. He was too nervous to try and ease the mood.
He felt himself somewhat justified in his nerves. After all, it is not every day a man travels to meet his sons. There were so many variables. It was more than a little scary. He would have liked a while to prepare but he saw her point when she said there was no point in putting the meeting of. He would only become more nervous. They had slipped the conference a day early and caught the train so he could see them.
She had seemed surprised by his decision, and in a way he could see why she would presume he did not want to know his children. Of course, he had no wanted children. That did not mean he would ignore the children he had, though.
He wanted to meet his sons. He didn't want his sons to grow without a father.
Still, as he sat there with her silent disapproval he found himself questioning the decision. Surely the boys did not need him if they had her. She clearly loved them enough. She would be sure that they got everything they ever needed.
Could he love them as much as she did?
Would they love him?
It was too much for him to think about now. He could question it all day and in the end he would be nowhere. He had made his decision; he would not take it back now.
He pulled the photo out of his pocket again. It was already beginning to seem a little battered but still he carried it. He imagined what his mother would say when presented with this image. Two beautiful children for her to fuss over. He had not phoned her before leaving to meet them; somehow it felt best that he meet the children alone first.
He tried to tell himself that this wasn't so he would have a chance to run away, but part of him knew that it was. Children were...a huge change. How would this work?
He’d brought a book for the journey but quickly found that he couldn’t concentrate on the words. The journey was two hours but it may as well have been ten years. Eventually they reached the station. Francis could not get his bag and leave the train fast enough. She followed, gripping her bag so tightly he was afraid she may break it.
She moved off quickly so he was quite glad the station wasn’t too large. It was a small city where she lived, which she had told him rather defensively suited her just fine. He lost sight of her in the rush to the ticket barrier and when he broke free of the crowd and saw her again she was crouching down, holding two children in her arms. She was a changed woman, kneeling there. The anger and resentment that he dogged her for the journey were gone, replaced with a genuine smile.
The boy with the shorter hair was apparently overexcited. Francis could hear him screaming “Mummy” over and over even above the noise of the crowd.
"Life can be difficult" 2.1/?
PART 2
The train ride was a study in uncomfortable silence. She would not meet his eye. He was too nervous to try and ease the mood.
He felt himself somewhat justified in his nerves. After all, it is not every day a man travels to meet his sons. There were so many variables. It was more than a little scary. He would have liked a while to prepare but he saw her point when she said there was no point in putting the meeting of. He would only become more nervous. They had slipped the conference a day early and caught the train so he could see them.
She had seemed surprised by his decision, and in a way he could see why she would presume he did not want to know his children. Of course, he had no wanted children. That did not mean he would ignore the children he had, though.
He wanted to meet his sons. He didn't want his sons to grow without a father.
Still, as he sat there with her silent disapproval he found himself questioning the decision. Surely the boys did not need him if they had her. She clearly loved them enough. She would be sure that they got everything they ever needed.
Could he love them as much as she did?
Would they love him?
It was too much for him to think about now. He could question it all day and in the end he would be nowhere. He had made his decision; he would not take it back now.
He pulled the photo out of his pocket again. It was already beginning to seem a little battered but still he carried it. He imagined what his mother would say when presented with this image. Two beautiful children for her to fuss over. He had not phoned her before leaving to meet them; somehow it felt best that he meet the children alone first.
He tried to tell himself that this wasn't so he would have a chance to run away, but part of him knew that it was. Children were...a huge change. How would this work?
He’d brought a book for the journey but quickly found that he couldn’t concentrate on the words. The journey was two hours but it may as well have been ten years. Eventually they reached the station. Francis could not get his bag and leave the train fast enough. She followed, gripping her bag so tightly he was afraid she may break it.
She moved off quickly so he was quite glad the station wasn’t too large. It was a small city where she lived, which she had told him rather defensively suited her just fine. He lost sight of her in the rush to the ticket barrier and when he broke free of the crowd and saw her again she was crouching down, holding two children in her arms. She was a changed woman, kneeling there. The anger and resentment that he dogged her for the journey were gone, replaced with a genuine smile.
The boy with the shorter hair was apparently overexcited. Francis could hear him screaming “Mummy” over and over even above the noise of the crowd.