This is my first Two and a Half Men story. This came when I was watching that episode when Judith was expecting again. I have a really big heart and I easily feel sorry for others, including fictional characters. So, I decided to write this about Alan.
Disclaimer: I don't own Two and a Half Men or any of its characters.
An Alan Harper Story
LA's night sky was clear, but the air was chilly. A mother drove down a street of a quiet neighborhood, close to the ocean. A little girl, no older than three was fast asleep in the backseat as the mother glanced up at her, through the rearview mirror. Tears filled the mother's eyes as she watched her daughter sleep, peacefully, knowing this was their last night they would ever see each other. Though, she had not told the little girl that, yet.
The little girl shifted from one side to another to lean against the car door, a strand of black hair falling into her face.
The mother pulled up in front of a house and turned off the car. She got out and went back to the trunk of the car to get her daughter's Dora the Explorer rectangular suitcase on wheels, carrying it by the side handle. She opened the little girl's door, slowly careful not to let her daughter fall out, and unfastened her seatbelt. The mother lifted her up and shut the car door before she started to wake her up.
It didn't take long for the little girl to wake up. She opened her eyes, halfway, rubbing her right eye.
"We're here, sweetheart," the mother told her daughter, quietly.
"Where are we, Mommy?" the little girl asked, sheepishly.
"Your new home, Tyler," her mother replied and carried her up the walkway, along with her suitcase. Her mother stopped on the front porch and kneeled down, on the ground. She set the little girl Tyler on her feet to look at her, their only light was the porch light. "Sweetheart, I know life has been hard for the both of us and that I have been trying very hard to make sure you were taken care of, but I can't keep it up. But I don't want you to suffer, though and that's why I brought you here. This is where your daddy lives, with your uncle. I'm sure he'll take good care of you."
Tyler looked at her mother, afraid and sad, "But what if Daddy doesn't like me?"
"Don't think that way, sweetheart," she told her, "if I remember, your daddy is the nicest man one could ever meet. He will like you, I promise." She took an envelope from her coat and handed it to her daughter. "Make sure your daddy gets this, okay?"
Tyler took the envelope from her mother. Her mother gave her one last, big hug and a kiss good-bye before she stood up to ring the doorbell, then her mother quickly ran back to her car and got in, driving away without looking back.
Tyler looked at the door to see no one there. She looked back as her mother drove off. She felt confused and wanted to cry. Tyler wandered over to try and reach for the doorbell to ring it again. She couldn't reach it, so she pushed her suitcase over to stand on it. Still, Tyler could not reach it and no one came.
Eyes filling up with tears, Tyler slid down against the door and folded her arms on top of her knees. She shivered against the cold air. Laying her face in her arms, she fell asleep. Several hours later, she was woke by the front door opening. Tyler looked up to see Charlie and a woman locked in a passionate kiss. She stood up, watching. "Are you my daddy?" she asked him.
Charlie froze in mid-kiss, popping his eyes open. He had never wanted to hear those words in all his life. Charlie looked down at the little girl. "Uh…" He was speechless, looking at the woman he had been kissing.
"You told me you didn't have children," she told him.
"I don't," he replied, defensively.
The woman then slapped him in the face and stormed out of the house. Charlie tried to bring her back, but failed. He turned back to the little girl. "Okay kid, who are you?"
"My name is Tyler," she said.
"Tyler?" he asked. "So you're a boy?"
"No, I'm a girl."
Charlie stared at her. "Isn't Tyler a boy's name?"
"No, it's my name." Tyler took the envelope she had folded into her jacket pocket out and held it out to him.
Charlie took it and looked at the front of the envelope. He was so relieved to see his brother's name on the front of it. "Well, I'm not your dad, my brother is, and boy I can't wait to see the look on his face when he finds out." Charlie picked up the girl's suitcase and stepped aside to let his niece in. "I'm your uncle Charlie," he introduced as he closed the door behind her before calling towards the kitchen, "Alan, there's someone here to see you!"
Alan appeared from the kitchen, "Who is it?" he asked. Alan stopped in his tracks when he saw Tyler. He looked at his older brother. "Charlie, what's going on?"
Charlie handed him the envelope. "Read this and maybe you'll find out," he grinned.
Alan took the envelope and unhooked the envelope flap from inside and pulled out a couple pieces of paper, folded. He unfolded them and turned them sideways to find a birth certificate on top. There, under father was his name. "Oh my gosh, I'm a father again," he said, taken by surprised, but in a good way. He looked at the next piece of paper to find a letter that read as this:
I don't know if you remember me, but we dated for a bit, three years ago. Life has been hard since we parted ways, and got harder when our daughter was born. I know you're her father because I haven't slept with anyone since high school. I just lost my job and apartment. All I have is my car, which seems like it will also be my new home for the time being. Don't worry about me, I will be fine. I have enough money to make it up to Colorado where I have a friend I can stay with. Only it's nowhere to raise a child and plus, I don't have enough to get us both up there, anyway. I'm sorry to just leave her with you, but I hope you can take good care of her. I remember that you have a big heart, which Tyler has inherited from you. Kiss her good-night for me, every night and remind her that I will always love her.
Alan could not believe what he was reading. His mouth hung open as he read the letter in his head. When he finished, Alan looked down at his daughter, getting a good look at her. Tyler had his eyes and ears. He kneeled to her level, ushering Tyler over.
Tyler walked over to her father, slowly. "Are you my daddy?" she asked, hopeful.
"I…guess so." Alan then smiled. This was what he always wanted, was a daughter. Wasn't too sure about the name, but he wasn't going to change it and confuse the poor girl. He was sure Tyler was confused enough, what with her mother dropping her off there. "Are you hungry, Tyler?" he asked her.
Alan stood up and lifted Tyler up, into his arms and carried her into the kitchen. Charlie followed. "So, she's really your kid?" he asked of his younger brother.
"Yeah, everything adds up, and I kind of remember her mother," Alan said. "We dated about a year after Judith and I divorced. Then we realized that it would never work out between us, so we stopped dating." Alan sat Tyler in Jake's usual seat at the kitchen table.
"Where she going to sleep," Charlie asked. "There's no more room."
"Well, Jake has three more years before he's eighteen, and I can't make a fifteen-year-old share his bedroom, so Tyler can sleep in my room."
Charlie stared at his brother, "Your room?"
"Yeah, why not?" he shrugged, "I'm her father. Then when Tyler is older, she can have Jake's room."
"Alan, I may not know much on parenting…" Alan gave Charlie a look. "Okay, I know nothing on parenting, but wouldn't, having her sleep with you, form an attachment where she'll always depend on you?" asked Charlie.
Alan was getting Jake's cereal from the top cupboard. "No, Tyler will be fine," he told Charlie, pouring some cereal into a bowl.
"Well, you won't be able to have a girl over, now," he pointed out.
"Having a young child, Charlie, I won't even have time to date, anyway," said Alan. He went to the fridge to get a jug of milk, taking it back to where he left the bowl of cereal.
Berta came into the kitchen with the groceries. "Morning, boys," she greeted. She set the bulged out bag on the counter, by the sink.
"Morning, Berta," Alan replied, followed by Charlie, who was pouring himself a cup of coffee.
Berta turned around and saw Tyler sitting at the table. "Who's the kid?" she asked the guys.
Alan set the bowl of cereal, with a spoon in it in front of his daughter. "This is Tyler, my daughter. Tyler, this is Berta." He introduced the two of them.
"Daughter, I didn't know you still had it in you," Berta told Alan.
Alan glared at the woman. "I am still considered quite young, thank you."
"What ever gets you through life," she shrugged.
Alan looked down as Tyler started eating her cereal. She was such a beautiful child to him, and he was so grateful that he had a daughter. He hoped Jake would get along with his new half-sister. Jake wasn't too thrilled when his mother was having a baby, now he had another little sister.