Rebekah's POV :

The past few days at London with John turned out to be real fun actually. At first I was sulking about the life I missed in Seattle with Rex around.

But John didn't leave my side even for a minute. He took me to meet all his friends.

Firstly they mistook me as his girlfriend who was in Rome for education purposes as he was literally sticking to me. We went to all the best places in London, we partied in all the bomb ass clubs for like entire nights, I drank to my heart's satisfaction and I danced till my feet turned sore.

I was enjoying would definitely be an understatement. When I came back home today after dinner with John and his bestfriend, I went up straight to my room.

I was lying on my bed while humming along to Ed Sheeran's kiss me song when there was a knock on the door. I sat straight when I saw that grandma was standing there with a tray of freshly baked cookies.

The cinnamon aroma filled my nostrils and I quickly licked my lip. She came inside and rested the tray on the bed between us while she sat by my side.

"Becca are you okay and should I believe you when you say that you have no other motive of coming to London?", she said while picking one of the cookies and giving it to me. I took it from her and while taking a bite I said, "Yes grandma. I just wanted to come here and meet you. I missed you and that's it. Trust me!"

I was feeling a bit guilty after lying to her but I didn't want to stress her. Finally she is happy because of Rafael and I don't want to pull her in any of my messes.

She then said to me, "Becca there is something that you need to know." She now had a serious expression on her face, the one that tells me that it isn't good news.

I held her hand and said, "What is it? Are you fine?" She smiled a bit before saying, "It isn't about me girl. Your father has been lately calling me and asking about your whereabouts. He called me two days before you came here and I just told him that I don't know where you are. Obviously he didn't believe me but I knew that you wouldn't want to meet him so I just lied to him. And so seeing you here made me a bit worried because I thought that he came to Seattle and you ran here in order to avoid him. But I am happy that you didn't have any unwanted meeting with him. This is your home Becca and you can stay here for as long as you want. I love you."

I hugged her tightly, clearly melted by her affection for me. I so wished at this moment that my grandma lived in Seattle with me.

Life would have been so much easier then.

I took a shower after completing the tray full of cinnamon cookies. I checked my phone and I almost dropped it on the ground when I saw that I had a voicemail from Rex.

He sent it to me 10 hours ago. I literally had no strength to go back to the trans state I was in from the past days.

It took me a lot of strength to keep everything behind and get out of the mental hell that my mind was pulling me in after that quarrel with him. So I decided to ignore his voicemail and sat on my arm chair to read a book.

I read the same words again and again but my mind was stuck on what does he have to say in that voicemail. I hated myself for giving him the authority to distract me by just a voicemail.

Here I thought that I was doing good but whom was I kidding. A single message from him and here I am stupidly smiling that he still remembers me or maybe he misses me.

I took hold of the phone and sat on the bed still contemplating if I should listen to it or not. After many useless attempts to avoid the voicemail I finally heard it out.

It said -

"Hey Becs. Where have you been? I have been noticing that you ain't coming to school these days and I am... Umm worried about you. Care to call me back when you get this please? I miss you and I am sorry for whatever mess I have made. I know I can't say shit to you and get away with it and trust me I don't want to. Please call back. Bye!"

I had tears in my eyes by now. I wept like a baby after listening to his voice that I had grown habituated to love.

I missed him and I failed to hide my feelings for him by partying crazily and by meeting new people. The truth is I still miss him and I still want to talk to him so badly.

This was all I wanted to hear from the past few days and here it is. I was going to call him when my grandma called me downstairs.

I pushed my phone into my pocket and made my way downstairs. The door was wide open and I couldn't control my smile when I saw Rex standing on the door with a bag of beignets in his hand.

I was about to hug him when the color on my face quickly disappeared to see the person standing next to him. It was my dad.

Robert.

Rex's POV :

I took a cab to the airport and I couldn't stop checking my phone waiting to get a reply from her. I called April on my way to inform her that I wouldn't be attending school for a few days and that I was leaving for London.

She didn't inquire much when I told her that I needed to meet Rebekah before I lose her forever. April has seen me the past few days and if I have the slightest of brain to go to London and meet her it is because April pushed all the sense in me of how much my stupid words could have hurt her and how I could lose a good friend forever.

However April doesn't know that I have developed feelings for Rebekah or this is what she is pretending in front of me. As soon as I reached the airport I went to the bookstore in the corner and searched for a book to read on the 9 hrs flight that I was going to board.

I took out "Romeo and Juliet" from the shelf. There was a man standing next to me who came in just after I did, dressed in a black suit.

Just as I was about to go he asked me, "So you believe me love?" I looked at him unsure of what to say but I just told him what I thought was correct, "Yes I do. Who doesn't by the way?"

I looked at him again and he made me remember someone. Rebekah to be precise.

I just shrugged the thought aside and waited for him to answer. "I don't. I am a divorcee and I feel that love is an illusion. My first wife died because of cancer but I thought that I still have a chance at love. So I married my mistress and we divorced just a year back. Trust me son, love tests you to the best of your abilities and even after giving it everything, you will return without a thing in hand."

I was totally irritated and confused after hearing to the banter that this man had to give me about love especially when I was going to confess my feelings to someone. I couldn't understand why he was saying me all this and what sense does it make to tell me about his personal life.

I just nodded in response and started making my way towards the payment counter when he started following me. I turned back to face him and said, "What is it that you want? Stop following me around."

He just smiled a bit before pulling my hand and taking me to the furthest corner of the store and said, "I am Rebekah's father. And I know that you are my daughter's boyfriend." I gulped the saliva that formed in my mouth and I really couldn't understand what he just said.

Rebekah said that her dad never kept contact with her and here is this man in front of me with some incorrect information. I wanted to correct him that I am not her boyfriend but I didn't because maybe after meeting her, I might actually be.

I know this is insane of me but just hearing it out loud made me happy. I folded my hands and after putting a stern face I said, "So what do you expect from me? You disappear for years when your daughter actually needs you and here you are today, suddenly the fatherly love blooming out of you! Stay the fuck away from her."

I was surprised by the sudden confidence that inherited me but maybe this was the effect of being called her boyfriend wherein I start imagining myself as one and defending her becomes my responsibility. He looked at the ground before taking a deep breath and said, "She has misunderstood me for years and I was a dick to ignore that things were not fine between us. I lost my second wife a year back and I have been gathering the courage to contact Rebekah since. Please tell me where she is and I promise to go from her life if she doesn't want to keep me in her life after hearing my part of the story."

I laughed fakely at his words and said with an evil smirk on my face, "Mark my words Mr. Williams. One word from her mouth indicating her dismay to your presence in her life and you never show your face to her again. She had enough of your drama and this is your last chance to mend things between you'll. So make it count." He just smiled at me and nodded in response.

I further continued, "She is in London at her grandmother's place." He took his phone out of his pocket and called someone and said, "Book a ticket to London for the next flight that is leaving from Seattle."

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