Meeting her Father (PM for Invite)

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It had taken a long time for Casey to track down her biological father, and although she desperately wanted to meet him, actually meeting with him face-to-face scared her a bit. They had chatted several times online, but what if he didn't really approve of her? What if he didn't show up? Casey played over numerous scenarios in her mind, and each one of them made her incredibly nervous. After all... if he'd spent all this time out of her life, what would make her think that he'd want to be a part of it now?

"Get it together," Casey said to herself as she looked in the mirror.

She had spent quite a bit of time deciding on what to wear, and several outfits were laid out on her twin-sized bed. In the end, Casey decided to wear a short white dress, and it was so tight that it could have practically been painted on. Her body had started filling out at an early age, and she exercised regularly to keep herself in shape. Her most prominent features were her large breasts, and the dress she had on was scooped low enough to show off more than a generous helping of her cleavage.

It was, surprisingly, one of the more conservative dresses that she owned.

The eighteen year old tugged on her dress, flattening out some wrinkles, and then fluffed her dark hair so that it was off of her shoulders. She wondered whether she should keep the denim jacket on, and then spent another twenty minutes looking at herself with it on or off.

"Okay. On. On... and... let's go," she said.

Casey summoned up enough will to grab her keys and purse, and before she knew it she was out the door and on her way to the restaurant.

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Roger Adams

Roger Adams checked himself in the mirror one more time, trimming the edges of his goatee and washing his glass eye. The goatee was to cover the scar in his chin, where a small piece of shrapnel had scraped him, just as another had taken out his left eye. He didn't tell Casey..was that her real name about that, because he was a bit unsure about bragging about such things. He had done his duty to his country, that was all, even if he had let his own daughter down personally....something that haunted him still in the back of his mind.

Something that his psychiatrist had strongly urged him to deal with, and he had agreed that it was time to face up to his absence from Casey's life. He didn't tell her that he had saved up a decent nest egg to ensure that he could make the form of restitution that he had in mind and not hurt for money in the process....he had gone to school on the GI Bill, pursued a degree in accounting, and become a CPA...a certified public accountant, a job that might be dull to some, but earned him more than enough through his excellent math skills to provide for himself and to spare.

He was still guilty of being a deadbeat dad, and that was now the reality that he must face. He had been working up to this moment, to meet Casey in person and offer her an apology as best he could...and see what kind of woman she had grown to be in his absence. To work to build the relationship that he never had, but always wished that he had built a long time ago.

If only he had enlisted one month later....just one month later, or else came home on leave that first time to explain, as he should have done. He really should have done that, but by then, he was more afraid of a little girl and her jilted, if flawed mother than a thousand enemy soldiers.....of course, it wasn't until Afghanistan that things got really hairy, seven years after he had enlisted for the Somali mission. His career as a combat engineer had ended abruptly that one fateful morning of February 14, 2002, at the hands of the Taliban and some shrapnel.

Yeah...some Valentine's Day that had turned out to be. So why hadn't he gone home first....probably because he wanted to be worthy of Casey, didn't want to go home as just an unemployed veteran, with nothing to offer her. What a fool...he should have realized then that she needed a father first, rich and successful or not.....now he was going to have to do the bravest thing that he had ever done, and meet his little girl face to face.

At least he didn't have to face her mother...yet. She had taken their break-up very hard, after all. Neither of them was ready for marriage or other commitments, but he wouldn't blame her if she hated him still. He hadn't given her reason not to hate him, after all.

Grabbing his watch, his overcoat, and his fedora, the man who didn't look an accountant at all but was one, was about to meet the daughter that he had never known....

And so, there he stood, giving the information to the hostess, waiting to be seated as "Adams, Party of Two."

Hoping that Casey, the other part of the party, actually arrived. Pretty soon, he was seated after all, and now he waited for Casey, steadying his nerves by ordering himself a rum and Coke, his personal favorite.

What will I say to my only daughter....