Three Years Later;

Nathan's POV -

"Babe. Where's Aimee's school bag?" I shouted as I threw everything around the room attempting to find where she had put the bag the previous day.

"I don't know. Have you looked in her bedroom?" she replied with a slight laugh, walking into the living room with Luke in her arms.

"No. She says that it's not up there." I sighed.

"Am. Will you please get your bag from wherever the hell you've put it this time." Ellie spoke to her, knowing that she had a habit of hiding what she needed for school in the hope that she would either be late or we would tell her she doesn't have to go in today.

For a seven year old, she knew all the tricks and she knew how to get out of going to school.

Although, neither me or Ellie weren't entirely sure why she didn't want to go to school because she wouldn't tell us; she would only say that she hated school and wished that she could move to another school where no one knew who she was.

"Mummy, please don't make me go to school?" Aimee pleaded.

"Why don't you want to go to school Am?" Ellie questioned her, but she just looked at her before she looked down to the ground.

"I just don't like it. Everyone is mean to me." Aimee answered.

"What do you mean everyone is mean to you Princess?" I replied, now concerned as to why Aimee was so against going to school and why she was so desperate to get a day off of school.

"Nothing. I'll just get my bag." Aimee muttered and walked out of the room, heading straight up towards her bedroom.

"Why won't she talk to us Nathan? Why won't she tell us what's wrong?" Ellie asked me with tears in her eyes, and I knew it was hurting her to know that our daughter didn't want to talk to us or tell us what was wrong with her.

"I don't know babe. Maybe she doesn't feel like she can talk us anymore because of Luke?" I suggested.

Luke, in case you hadn't guessed, was our son. He was six months old now, and the only thing which he got from me was my green eyes; which meant that people were always questioning if he was actually my son or if El had cheated on me with someone else.

However, when Luke was first born, we nearly lost him three times within the first month of his life and we weren't actually allowed to bring him home until last month. We were told to make sure we keep an eye on him and, if there was anything we were concerned about, to take him back into hospital straight away - so, for the last six months, Aimee has been ignored more than she should have done and we haven't paid her as much attention as we should have done.

"Then, today, Luke can stay with Kelsey and Am can have the day off school. You take the day off work, and we're going to spend the day with her to show her we still love her as much as we always have done." Ellie smiled, and I wasn't going to argue with her because we did need to spend some time with Aimee; making sure she knew that we still loved her and she was still our little girl.

"Oh. Are you telling me what to do now?" I laughed.

"Yep. I guess I am. Now, you drop Luke off at Kelsey's and I'll make Aimee some breakfast." Ellie smiled again as she handed me Luke and gave me a kiss at the same time before she disappeared into the kitchen.

"Daddy, is Luke coming with us again?" Aimee asked, throwing both herself and her bag down on the sofa.

"No. You're not even going to school today." I grinned at her.

"Why not? You and mummy always say I have to go to school." Aimee argued with confusion.

"Well, this time you don't have to go to school. Now, you go and get changed because when I get back, you're going to spend the day with me and mummy." I smiled.

"What about Luke?"

"He's going to stay with Kelsey for the day so me and mummy can spend the time with you. Now, are you going to get changed or are you going to argue with me?" I laughed.

"Thank you daddy. I love you." Aimee chuckled as she gave me a kiss on the cheek and then vanished up the stairs once again to get herself changed; I'm guessing she was going to enjoy this day off school and she was going to love spending time with the two of us on her own.

It was time that me reminded Aimee about how much we loved her, and how important she was to us because she was always going to be our little girl at the end of the day.

Of course, Luke was important to us as well and we were always going to be worried about him, but that was no reason for us to forget about Aimee or to treat her like she didn't exist. We love Luke and Aimee equally, and there is no separating them from each other all the time.

"I love you Nathan." Ellie said randomly as she appeared behind me with a grin on her face.

"That was random, but I love you too Ellie." I smiled back at her, bending down to give her kiss on the lips, only for us to be interrupting by Luke crying which made the both of us laugh.

"Apparently mummy and daddy aren't allowed to have a moment." Ellie giggled.

"Apparently we can't. Guess that's what happens when you have kids though, always got to be about them." I joked.

"You have better get him to Kelsey's before I get a phone call wanting to know where you are. She's got more toys to give him which she persuaded Tom to buy." Ellie laughed again, which made ma laugh because Kelsey and Tom were Luke's godparents which meant that Kelsey felt the need to buy him something new every single week; we were running out of room to put all the things that she had bought him but we weren't going to tell her to stop.

Both her and Tom loved spending time with Luke, and they wanted nothing more than to have him spend the night there when he was better and we were able to leave him for longer than sixty seconds without worrying about if he was going to make it through the night.

"And don't forget to tell Tom that you're not coming in today either, or I'll send Aimee after you."

"Trust me babe, I'll be back before you know it." I laughed as I walked out of the house, closing the door behind me and walking over to the car which both me and El shared; she sold her car to make sure she had the money to move over here with because she refused to let me pay for anything to help her out.

However, she still has her flat in America which we have been back to a couple of times since we moved over here; she rents it out when she's not over there and she's living with me so El has always got some money when she needs it really.

I still remember the day El and Aimee finally moved in, because it was also the day that we told Aimee the truth; we told her about me being her real dad and we told her why she didn't find out sooner than she was told - although, we left out the part about El running off and deliberately not wanting me to have anything to do with her.

-Flashback-

"Mummy. I want to go home." Aimee complained as she almost burst out crying.

"We are home Am. We are home." Ellie smiled at her as she pulled our daughter in for a hug to calm her down and show her she wasn't alone, and she was going to have to get used to this sooner or later.

"I don't like it. Why are we here?" Aimee complained again.

"Because I'm with Nathan now, and I didn't want to stay in America anymore. I'm sorry Aimee, but this is where we're going to be living now." Ellie argued back.

"I don't like you or Nathan." Aimee shouted before she stormed off upstairs and slammed a door shut behind her.

"I'm sorry about her. She'll be fine once she's used to this all and realises this was the best thing." Ellie apologised as she walked over to me and placed her head on my chest, wrapping her arms around me so I could hug her back.

"Look, it's only to be expected from her. She's lived in America her whole life, so this is a big change for her. I promise, once she's used to it, she won't be like this anymore." I whispered to her and placed a kiss on the top of her head.

"We need to tell her the truth. She has a right to know the other reason we moved over here." Ellie sighed.

"We'll tell her now babe." I smiled at her before I walked over to the bottom of the stairs and called for Aimee to join me and El in the living room.

I had dreamed of this moment since the day I found out, but now it was actually happening, I'm not really sure what to expect from it - there was a wave of nervousness washing over me, and I almost wanted to cry from the fear of what was going to happen right now.

"What now?" Aimee snapped. For a four year old, she had some serious attitude problems which needed to be addressed before it got to the point where it was no longer manageable for either of us.

"Me and Nathan have got something to tell you." Ellie spoke.

"What? Are you pregnant?" Aimee asked in horror.

"No. I'm not pregnant. Aimee, come and sit on mummy's lap." Ellie smiled at her, putting her arms out for Aimee to walk into; which she did willingly and jumped from the floor onto the lap which was waiting for her.

"Promise mummy you won't be annoyed with her?" I asked.

"OK."

"I would have told you this when you were older and you could understand a lot better, but it's something I can't hide from you any longer. I hope that, when you are older, you'll understand why I did what I did and why I didn't want to tell you." Ellie began explaining.

"What are you going on about?" Aimee asked with confusion.

"Am, James wasn't your real dad." Ellie said bluntly.

"What? No? But?" Aimee replied, but nothing more than tears down her cheeks as she found herself unable to really get out what she wanted to say - if this was how she reacted to being told that James wasn't her real dad, then I dread to think what she's going to be like when it comes to telling her that I was her real dad.

"Please don't hate me. I lied for the wrong reasons." Ellie pleaded with her daughter.

"Aimee, mummy never meant to upset you. She was just trying to protect you and make sure you were happy." I spoke kindly to her.

"Then who is my daddy?" Aimee asked.

"Nathan is." Ellie replied and that was all it took to force Aimee to run upstairs with tears rolling down her cheeks; and she slammed the door behind her once again as she shouted about how much she hated both me and Ellie and how she wanted to be back in America.

-End Of Flashback-

I feel that day could have gone so much better, but then it could have gone so much worse than it actually did in the end.

It took a year for Aimee to fully accept that I was her dad, and in that time she never called me 'daddy' at all; she just continued to call me Nathan and made sure I knew how much she didn't like me.

But the feeling now she does call me 'daddy' is everything I thought it would be and so much more. It make me smile, and fills me with so much happiness and joy to hear her speak those words to me. It makes me feel like I've done something right with my life and all the wrongs mean nothing now because I've got the family that I always wanted and so much more.