125 Keep Your Shirt On

Jasmine Ravenwood

My parents were wonderful, they stayed home for their work. Mom made potions while dad painted. They always made time for us.

As a group, we would play games, like charades, and other goofy games that dad was not good at… but I always wanted him on my team anyway.

But it was during one of the days I got to be with my parents alone that I worked up the nerve to say something about what has been on my mind for a while now.

“Mom? Why is it that I look like just like my siblings, but my hair is blond? You and dad have dark hair; even grandma and grandpa had dark hair. Was there something wrong with me… Am I adopted… Or am I just not related to daddy?”

My father’s eyes clouded over and he looked at my mom.

She gave a sigh, “Jasmine, your daddy is not really your dad… but he is still related to you.” She looked down at her feet and my dad took her hand as she spoke again, “Your real father is Ike’s twin brother… when he found out that I was pregnant with you, he left us…”

Daddy took over from there, “He didn’t want to be a father, so he took the easy way out and moved away. But I cannot say that it’s a bad thing because I have been in love with your mother for years before that… and once you came into the world I knew I could never leave you, or your mother. You have always been my little girl, no matter what you will always be MY little girl.”

“Daddy, do you still talk to your brother?” I wiped some stray tears from my cheek as I asked this.

“No… I’m sorry Jas, but I cut my ties with him the day he left. But if you ever feel you need to look him up… as much as I don’t want to talk to him, I’ll hunt him down for you.” Daddy looked like he really didn’t want to do what he said, but the fact that he was willing to, made me feel a lot better.

I hugged them both, feeling very emotional and confused about everything. However it could have been worse, I could have been adopted and not related to anyone I loved.

But there was now a growing curiosity that I was going to need to fill, “Could I meet him?”

Dads face fell a little but he gave me the best smile he could muster, “I’ll see what I can do, love. But if I find him, you have to bring Elijah Knight with you, to make sure Jorden doesn’t do anything stupid.” He then gave me his ‘I’m serious’ look.

I had to see this man myself, had to see why he didn’t want to be a father, why he would act like he liked my mom but ditched her when it mattered. It didn’t change anything that Elijah was going to come with.

(So there you have it the start to Jasmine’s story. I hope you enjoyed it. I am off to start work on Eric’s next.)