The brunette female had left the city… had left it years ago for reasons that only she knew… but as of right now, that wasn't the point, for she was back, and she did not come back alone. In the women's hand was that of another, meaning… her hand, held the hand of someone else, it wasn't at all what people would have expected, her friends in particular. The hand that she held was small, it was a small, shaking hand of a child, a child whom had rested in the females' stomach for nine months, the child, which was the reason that she left…
But that was five years ago, and her daughter was now four-and-a-half. Quite a young child still, but her mother felt different… felt as though she knew the little girl through out her entire life, the only problem was… there was someone out there who did not know the little girl, that someone… was the man whom the daughters mother would like her child to call, 'Daddy'. Yes… the little girl did not know her daddy… at all…
The woman had a name, so did the daughter. Jacquelyn 'Jackie' was what the mother had always known herself by. That was her name… The daughter was named Nichole.
Nichole looked older than four to tell the truth, the child may not have been the tallest girl on earth, but her hair was long for her age, coming right past her shoulders… long, curly, and dark blond. She was a sweet child… didn't like to argue about anything, and basically agreed with whatever was told to her face.
Jackie took the girls hand, pulling her quickly along the floors of Point Place airport. It was time to be reunited… no matter how terrified it made her, she was going back… She has vanished after finding out that she was pregnant that summer… she didn't tell anyone where she was going, or why she was leaving. What would the point have been anyway? Would her friends have even believed her words? Probably not… They would have called her insane, declared that she was doing nothing more than lying to them so that she could get herself attention…
She had money… she could afford herself and her daughter easily… there would be no problem with that… But Nichole deserved to know her daddy, and he deserved to know her. Those where the last thoughts that Jackie had time for before she continued walking, heading out the door of the airport, and calling a taxi.
She never remembered the house being that far away… maybe it was because she had been gone for so many years, maybe she simply forgot… or maybe it just seemed longer because she was not excited to get there in any sort of hurry… But she managed to get there either way.
The Foreman's house was small, just as she had remembered it. Her body was about ready to break down as she walked to the door, finally ready to tell the secret that she carried with her… finally ready to come home… Nichole was now in her arms, about ready to turn in for the night. Jackie couldn't argue with that… she wouldn't mind sleep either at this moment. She knocked on the door to the quiet house, hoping that no one was asleep yet.
It only took a brief few second for someone to answer her knock, although it felt as thought it could have been hours… even days if she really thought about her fear of coming back… her fear of being rejected… But when the door opened, she almost cried… seeing faces that she had missed so much.
"Mrs. Foreman?" She asked, just to make sure that it was really her… "It's me… Jackie…"
Her voice was not nearly as cheerful as the Foreman household was used to when they knew her only a couple of years back. But it was her voice either way…
"Oh my god… Jackie, come in, come in." Mrs. Foreman said, sounding slightly nervous to see her again. She didn't even seem to notice the toddler now cradled, sleeping in her arms. Jackie sat on the couch next to Mrs. Foreman.
"So…" She said. "How's it been in point place for the past few years?"
There was silence above them both… the conversation was awkward…
"Basically the same." Was the response that she gave… She laughed awkwardly, as she usually did… "Well you never told me yet, who's this little girl?" She asked, eyeing the still sleeping Nichole.
"Well… was anyone wondering why I left?" Jackie asked. "…Because she's the reason…" Tears welded up in her eyes, even though they didn't fall down, as she stroked the child's hair. "Her name's Nichole. I was pregnant with her when I disappeared…"
Nichole didn't move, still asleep in her mothers arms… Mrs. Foreman looked down to the young child. "Jackie… do you know who the father is?" She asked quietly. Jackie nodded…
"Look at her," She said. "She looks exactly like him…"
Mrs. Foreman nodded, agreeing completely with the girl.
"Do you want me to call him?" She asked. Jackie nodded.
"Doesn't he live here anymore?"
"No honey. It's been five years… they've all moved out… I mean, they visit basically every day but… they don't live here anymore…"
With that, Mrs. Foreman took hold of her phone and dialed a number.
"May I?" Jackie asked holding her hand out. She was handed the phone with no question about it. She placed her ear to the holes and listened for it to be picked up. Of course, it was… There was only one more thing that she could say… So she spoke… "Steven? It's Jackie…"