Harry: — What’s wrong, Ethan?
Ethan: — Uncle, do you know anything about Deanna?
Harry: — What do you mean?
Ethan: — It looks like she argued with Dad on Sunday. When we got back, she was gone… It’s been four days, and she hasn’t come back. Naomi called her, but Deanna just says she’s taking care of her grandmother and that she’ll return when she gets better.
Harry: — I didn’t know Deanna’s grandmother was sick.
Ethan: — She’s not, Uncle. She doesn’t want to come back because of Dad.
Harry
"Mrs. Crusher… Deanna. Did something happen? Why haven’t you been coming to the theater?""I’m sorry, Professor Marcus. I’ve been dealing with some personal issues… I forgot to let you know. I’m really sorry.""Oh! Don’t worry about that. I took the liberty of calling because we miss your presence and your voice here… I won’t pry into your business, Deanna, but it would be a real shame to lose you.""That’s not my intention, Professor…""Magnificent! Please come back soon. I’d love to introduce you to some of the permanent cast and the orchestra musicians.""That would be wonderful. I’ll be there tomorrow. Does that work for you?"
Daniel gripped her waist as she began to move slowly against him, trying to arouse him. Deanna had done that too.Her fingers tangled in his hair as she whispered in his ear. Just as Deanna used to do.She sighed deeply and held him tighter when she felt her movements beginning to affect him. Deanna would voice her desire without shame.Her kiss, her mouth, the softness, the persistence, the tip of her tongue seeking entry. Deanna would simply take what she wanted, without asking.Something suddenly awakened within him. He grabbed her thighs and placed her on the desk. Just like he had done with Deanna. Legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer; the arched back, the exposed skin that begged for his mouth.
Daniel was in his office, just as Susan had predicted, leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed, preparing for another night of self-punishment. His near-encounter with Beverly tormented him; his emotions had betrayed him as he thought of Deanna, trying to recall the feelings she stirred in him. Now he faced yet another mess: trying to fix his mistake.He knew Beverly had always waited for some signal from him, some sign that he might yield to her intentions, but he'd never seen her that way. No matter how she presented herself or how subtly she tried to get his attention, he'd never felt drawn to her. If he hadn't caught himself in time, he'd now be drowning in regret.Someone knocked on his door, but he didn't bother to answer. He heard the door open and opened his eyes, ready to dismiss whoever it was—and then he saw her. Dea
Beverly was sitting behind her desk when one of the legal team members peeked through her door."He didn't come in today either," they informed her.Daniel hadn't shown up for two days. The coward was hiding after what they almost did that day. She was about to lose her patience when she received a call."She went back to the house, she went back to him. You weren't fast enough, Beverly. Now it'll be harder than before."So, she made a decision. She couldn't separate them by herself, and everyone was too calm for her liking. She knocked on Harry's office."Come in, Beverly," he called from inside."Sorry to bother
In the morning, she found him in his office at last. His face was expressionless; he knew he had made a mistake but not how to fix it. Regardless, he had to face her."Daniel, I need to talk to you," Beverly said, stepping into the office."Yes, Beverly, sit down," he gestured to the chair across from him."About what happened between us the other day..." she began carefully."I'm very sorry, it was a lapse in judgment. I hope you can forget it and we can continue working together," he replied with a formal tone.Forget it?"I refuse to do that," she leaned forward slightly."Beverly..." he
Daniel walked into his parents' house exhausted; the day at the company had been difficult. His father was, as always, enjoying a drink before dinner."Dad," he nodded."Hello, son," Charles replied, not looking up from his glass."Where's Mom?""In the library, I think... What did you do?""Nothing... What's wrong with her?""I don't know... but you must have done something because she's unbearable... Go see her, will you?"It was incredible that he still had to rush to their house whenever she called. All he wanted was to return to his family after an exhausting day.
Leonard reclined again in one of the theater seats to wait. The young aspiring Prima Donna hadn't shown up at the Ambassador for several days."Relax, Leonard. If she went back to her husband, she must be 'reconciling' with him," Marcus remarked with a knowing smirk."I envy Crusher's luck, Marcus... I truly do," Leonard sighed, staring at the empty stage."I don't doubt that.""But I still don't understand what she could have seen in Daniel. He's a block of ice," Leonard muttered, drumming his fingers on the armrest."Perhaps he's only that way on the outside and is saving several surprises for his 'little wife'..." Marcus leaned back in his seat. "Don't get desperate, she'll come at some
And Daniel wasn't the only Crusher dealing with doubts and uncertainties. Harry was also still learning, but for him, the learning curve was different: he had left behind a toxic relationship, devoid of affection and love, for one that was completely opposite. And sometimes, just sometimes, the resentment from those times would leave a lump in his throat.Even though Amanda was about to give birth, Harry still hadn't taken that next step in their relationship: marriage. He truly wanted to marry the mother of his child, but he had bitter memories from his last marriage that were holding him back.“I understand, Deanna, it's not easy for him to accept that things have changed,” Amanda said one warm afternoon as they sat together enjoying the last rays of sunshine.“That child was very lucky to have found you. I guess he still has a lot of open wounds.”“Yes... but he also became a happy and funny man. He's nothing like the Harr
For the other grandfather, the more worldly one, everything was new. He couldn't share Charles's vision regarding children and grandchildren. He had only just learned to be a father to Deanna, when she no longer needed him to grow up. And he was still learning. Grandchildren? That was in another dimension.He had spent half his life immersed in resentment, hatred, and self-punishment. He reflected his mother's rejection in the women around him: his wife and daughters. He carried the unhappiness of lost love and felt nothing but fleeting moments.And in the blink of an eye, he had a family and a stable relationship that complemented him. He and Susan were something neither of them suspected or planned; they grew closer after Deanna and Daniel remarried, at family gatherings, in casual conversations. Until one day he realized he couldn't stop thinking about her.Old Leonard dusted off his true charm to win her over; because this woman was not like the others, this
He held her hand as they waited for their turn for the ultrasound. One of her feet kept tapping the floor, causing her knee to rise and fall.Several other couples were waiting, some women alone, and they looked at them curiously. You couldn't help but notice the 15-year age difference, especially Daniel's increasingly noticeable gray hair. And, for some reason, Deanna's face looked more cheerful, fresher, and younger.“Don't be nervous,” she said, giving him a small smile.He just looked at her and smiled back. He was always nervous for her and their children; he couldn't help it. Even if everything was perfect and normal, Daniel always worried. It was just the way he was.Finally, it was time to go in, and the specialist welcomed them with everything ready.“Would you like to know the sex of your babies?” she asked.“Yes.”“Very well... Then let's check how they are first.”She
Deanna continued singing throughout her pregnancy, but it became increasingly difficult. Carrying two children growing inside her and still shining on stage, captivating the audience with her voice and stage presence, was becoming difficult. Daniel accompanied her to every performance, proud of his wife and excited about the belly that grew every day.“I can't do this anymore,“ she told Leonard as she stepped off the stage.Wagner's Tristan and Isolde was the opera Marcus had chosen for that season.“Don't worry, I'll talk to Marcus and we'll find a replacement for you. It's time for you to rest, baby,” he said worriedly.He held her hand as if she were going to fall or fall apart. For Reed, it was a new experience. Despite Alice's pregnancies, he had never been involved in anything like this. But now he could see his grandchildren growing inside his daughter and was experiencing all kinds of emotions.Deanna was so touched
When the last page of the document was signed, Harry could finally breathe deeply. It was over. Laura tried to fight it, but she had nothing left; none of the Crushers supported her. And the first thing he did with his freedom restored was to go and bring back the mother of his child. They settled back into Amanda's small, old apartment, for the time being. The house had gone to Laura, and Harry had no interest in going back there.And although Emma was legally in the care of her grandparents, she moved in with them. And for the first time, she was able to experience what it was like to have a loving family. It was easy for her to bond with Amanda, the little girl got along with everyone, especially when she received kisses and hugs and heard stories before going to bed. Having the same person take her to daycare by the hand and then pick her up to spend some time at the park soon became a habit for the little girl.Amanda asked Deanna to be her son's godmother and Dan
“Well, what shall we do? Shall we have dinner?“ asked Leonard.“Please, I'm starving...” replied Deanna.“Get changed and let's go the Liverpool, my friend has booked us a table.”“Are you coming, Harry?“ asked Daniel.“Harry said he had things to do, but we'll take Emma,” replied Deanna.He rushed out with his phone in one hand and his car keys in the other. He had no idea what was going on, all he understood was that the envelope he was now carrying inside his jacket gave him the freedom he so desperately wanted. Freedom without fear.How had Deanna gotten it? He didn't understand either. All he could see was the road ahead. As he drove, he realized what he was feeling, what he really needed. It wasn't an impulse or a consolation. He wanted to see her, hear her, be with her, beg her for forgiveness and plead with her.When he arrived at the address on his GPS, he got out of
Once again, the Ambassador raised the curtain, the lights shone brightly, and the seats awaited the audience. It was another opening night in the city. Some were eager to see her again, others went out of curiosity, and she continued to feel nervous. But this time, the entire family was present, even Camila.She could no longer make excuses; she was the wife of his eldest son. And to Charles' surprise, she hadn't put up much resistance; it seemed that she was beginning to accept Deanna's place. Harry also got his tickets, which caused another argument at home, but he didn't care what Laura had to say. He dressed Emma and they left; he didn't know how long the girl would be able to sit still, but at least they would see her for a while.In her dressing room, there was a bouquet of roses from Daniel, her costume hanging on a hanger, and the makeup artist putting the finishing touches on her. Her stomach was a ball of nerves and her heart was filled with happiness. She ha
Daniel arrived home from work to find Leonard sitting in his living room, looking very relaxed and comfortable, but Deanna was nowhere to be seen.“What are you doing here?” he asked.“Deanna called me and asked me to come over.”“For the premiere?”Leonard just shrugged.“Are they here?”“Nope...”“And Susan?”“At home.”The door opened and Jonathan ran in, followed by Ethan and Naomi and finally Deanna.“Hi, sweetie,” Leonard greeted her.Strangely, the children barely said hello and quickly went up to their rooms. Her face said nothing; she was grim, somber. She looked at them and made them uncomfortable.“Deanna, what's wrong?“ Daniel noticed something strange.“I need to talk to you. Can we go to your office?”“Yes...”What was going on?
Deanna searched her mind, but she couldn't remember anyone named Amanda, not even from college. But from the way she asked about Harry and looked at Emma, she knew him.“Harry's fine... I saw him a few hours ago.”“Emma has grown so much,” she said, but something in her voice sounded wrong.“Excuse me... are you okay?”“To be honest, no... I sound like a stalker, don't I? I'm sorry... I couldn't resist the urge... I came to town to do some research and see my doctor, and I was passing by... I know I shouldn't have done it.”She was confused. The woman spoke to her naturally, even confidently. However, it was clear from her expression and tone of voice that she wasn't quite right. She looked at her belly as she caressed it with one hand.“I'm sorry for all the trouble I caused Daniel too. He's been so good and kind, he cared about me... About us. If it hadn't been for him, Harry would have