|After All This Time
Author: montgomeryshepherds PM
What if suddenly, a chestnut-colored, brown-eyed little girl came up to you and called you her Daddy?Rated: Fiction K - English - Family/Romance - Margaret T. & Andrew P. - Chapters: 3 - Words: 3,664 - Reviews: 16 - Favs: 13 - Follows: 23 - Updated: 12-11-11 - Published: 10-23-11 - id: 7488331
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Sorry if I took so long to update this fic. I'm still trying to find my way around ff. net . xD
It was five in the afternoon and Margaret stepped in at the door holding her daughter's hand. In the lobby, heads were turning to her direction for they were quite shocked to what they were seeing. Margaret Tate? Back in Colden Books? With a little girl?
In the elevator, Andrea couldn't retain her excitement and was literally jumping up and down. "Mommy, are we near Daddy's office?"
"Yes, Andrea. Now stop jumping, you'll be all sweaty and icky," she smiled down at her daughter.
When they arrived at Andrew's floor, everyone was surprised to see Margaret walking in the same fashion. But this time, there was a little girl holding her hand. Jordan, who was the closest to Andrew's office, saw this, and was the only one brave enough to approach Margaret Tate.
"Ms. Tate, what are you doing here?" He asked, confused.
"Nothing, just here to visit Andrew."
Andrea pulled away from her mother's hand and went to one of the cubicles. She was asking them to where her daddy was. They were all bemused by this little girl, asking for her father in the office. Just as Jordan was about to say something, Andrew walked out of his office and when Andrea saw him, she quickly ran to him.
"Andrea! Margaret! You're both here!"
"Yeah, she wanted to surprise you," Margaret said with a smile.
Margaret left Jordan, whose mouth was slightly opened to what he just witnessed. The office fell silent, staring at Margaret and Andrew, who has Andrea on his arms. Andrew finally noticed the whole office staring at them, and he said, "Everyone, this is Andrea, my little girl. And I guess you all remember Margaret, right?"
There was a murmur in their "audience".
Jordan, who was shocked just like the whole office, asked with a husky voice, "Andrew? You have a kid with Margaret?"
"Obviously," Margaret whispered sarcastically.
Andrew chuckled and said, "Yeah Jordan."
Before Jordan could utter another question, Andrea said, "Daddy, when are we going home? Am I going to see your second castle?"
"Yes little girl."
"Andrew, isn't it almost your time off? I really want to take Andrea to my favorite bakery when I was still living here in New York, you know..."
"I remember, Margaret," he smiled, "You used to make me go over there one or twice a week, 'member?"
"Right. So, should we go?"
"I have to take lots of manuscripts home today, so, I'm thinking that you two should go now and I'll follow later."
"You're not coming Daddy?" Andrea asked, a pout forming on her lips.
"He's coming, baby. Right Andrew?"
"Of course, of course. Daddy just needs to get his things, okay? I'll pick you two up later."
Andrea kissed her father goodbye and started heading to the elevator. Margaret was left behind and asked Andrew, "Are you really going to come? 'Cos I don't like to be kept waiting..."
"I'm coming, I promise."
"Fine. See you."
He watched her walk away and smiled to himself. He felt everyone still staring at him. "What?" he asked, amused. And he went inside his office to gather his things so that he could finally meet up with Margaret and Andrea.
When they arrived at Kathy's Bakery, Margaret laughed at the fact that Andrea rushed in the doors and was pressing her face on the glass.
"Mommy, I want this one! No! This one! Wait, this one looks yummy. Oh, that one has pink stuff inside! I want this one too, mommy!"
They ended up buying Margaret's favorites, which are red velvet cupcakes, and some jelly doughnuts for Andrea. They sat down and waited for Andrew. She looked at her watch and noticed that forty five minutes had passed and Andrew's still not there. Andrea seemed bored, so she told her that they're going home.
"But daddy's not here yet."
"We have to go; it's getting late."
"What if daddy comes and we're not here anymore?"
"He's going to figure it out. Let's go."