~Arthur’s POV~

My leg bounced constantly as I sat in the waiting area of the airport for their plane to arrive. When they found Spencer my heart swelled and now was beating two times to slow where I could feel everything and anything pumping through my body. Ten years. Ten years to long that I’ve seen my daughter, my niece, she is apart of me and it is back.

Hands clutching the sides of the chair, sweating and making it hard to grip the edge but I refused to let go needing that feeling of an anchor keeping me grounded. People swarmed by but I still felt alone. Leaving Ashley at home and refusing Glen’s offer of support might not have been such a good idea; I could use one of them even if their faulted words of awkward encouragement fell on deaf ears as I stared at the entrance awaiting the first sight of blonde hair.

Every time the sun catches a ray of blonde my world slows down until I finally catch their face and see it’s not her. Memories bombarding my senses as I shifted in the hard seat, her smiling up at me while in her crib, yelling my name excitingly when I’d show up for holidays or times the family just got together for no reason but to be together.

A gentle smile crossed my lips as I stared off into the distance of the airport lost in a sea of happiness.

“Arthur,” shaking my head and blinking a few times to come back to reality I saw Paula rushing through the crowd a big smile on her face. As soon as I was standing her arms wrapped around my body holding tight, “She’s back,” she whispered out.

“I heard,” a chuckle escaped my lips as she always states the obvious, “Where are they?”

Paula loosened her grip and pulled back, “Chris and Bailey needed to use the bathroom,”

“Bailey?”

She sighed rubbing her hand up and down my arm, “He changed her name. She wants to be called by that instead of Spencer.”

“I see,”

It wasn’t uncommon for children who’d been away from their parents, kidnapped and held hostage whether in a bad or good environment to want to stay in their new life, it was easier than trying to adjust back to their old one, I couldn’t blame her even though she was named after my grandmother one of the strongest person I knew but Bailey was Christine’s grandmother’s name so I was so happy that at least part of her old name was kept.