No touching then. The look made him only deter remotely, Dillion knew he should not have taken it that far. She was not his to touch, and Leona had just made that clear. The gaze, well glare was frighteningly clear. Though, he wondered stubbornly if deep down it was welcome. He hoped, and hope was all he could go off of right now. Dillion wasn't allowed do to much more then that. His eyes, dark with bewilderment never strayed from her. He was still in awe of her. She had grown into a woman, and now here she was right in front of him. The corner of his lips twitched, and to think all it took was some stubborn little girl to drag him here. Dillion hated to think it took the work of two fourteen year olds, his children to bring him here.

Children, he hadn't even known before this moment. They had plotted to get him here, and now here he was. He would have never seen her, known how beautiful she was, if it hadn't been for some nosy little kids. Dillion would buy them any gift, they wanted. He had fourteen years to make up for. Fourteen birthdays. Fourteen Christmas. Fourteen years to spoil them rotten. Fourteen years, he didn't get to show his girls how much, he loved them. It was disturbing. Did they resent him? He had missed so much, they nearly adults now. What could he do to make it up for to them? Dillion didn't want to buy their love with presents. He wanted to earn that. The presents were a given, they deserved those predetermined. Dillion had thinking a list of what, he could buy them. Though, his list was short because he didn't know many things children would enjoy. Then again, they were hardly kids.

Leona looked on edge, and Dillion could not blame her. It had been so long, and the circumstances were so contrasting. Now they were apart, older and he would like to think wiser. It was hard to believe, he was nearing forty. Even harder, when he could remember what it was like to be eighteen. They had put each other through so much, but in the end Dillion knew how in love they were. They had been so in love, Dillion couldn't help be reminded of a cheesy romance novel. They beat each other down, repeatedly. In the end, they always begged for each other back and were determined to work it out. Dillion wasn't sure, if he would call their relationship normal but they loved each other. Love didn't have to be normal. It didn't have to be anyone's definition or standard, but their own.

Following her into the kitchen, Dillion couldn't but help but allow his gaze stray to her backside.
Definitely, filled out. His mouth curved into a cocky smirk. Chocolate eyes quickly moved upward, if he was caught it wouldn't be good. The last thing, he would need was for she to think he was in town for a quick fuck. Dillion knew the boundaries, and he wasn't here to win her back. Sure, he loved her and had the desire to kiss her. But he wanted her happy. She had moved on, and found happiness. He was mature enough to be happy for her. The Scotch still seemed to be in effect. Dillion wasn't sure how happy he'd be for her, after it wore off but for now he was.

Swallowing, his gaze drifted around the modest kitchen. If only she could see his. Dillion had always been the accomplished chef, and his kitchen represented his flair for cooking. It was large, and took up nearly half a floor of his two floor apartment. Some speculated what, he needed such a large kitchen for. When he'd bought it Dillion had been all about hosting dinner parties and preparing all the food himself. Now, his life was piled with work and he'd had less time to throw those parties. The only time he cooked was for himself. It was a depressing thought, and he often felt lonely in his spacious kitchen. He watched her bustle around, nervous and his own anxiety was eating him up. Dillion was curious; wanted to roam through her cupboards and find if she'd scorched any pots.

The formality caught him off guard, he should have expected it though. He shouldn't have expected anything from her. "I'll stand." Dillion said cooly. He kept his back to her, and moved over to the window. It was a nice yard, and the swing set reminded him of the times he'd missed. KC was a beautiful girl, Leona to the roots of her hair. The brief glimpse he'd seen made him curious. What was she like as a baby? Would be around him as a baby, would have made her more like him? Was Audrey always just like him, or rebelling after reading the letters? He suspected Audrey was always the outspoken smartass. There was something about the wicked gleam in her eye. Audrey. If only his mother would have lived. She would have loved to see them, coddle them, and spoil them worse than he. Money wouldn't have been an opposition, she would have just worked harder to buy them gifts.

Sighing, he turned around and picked up the mug. A small smile tugged at his lips, it had been a while since Dillion had really had coffee. "You'd be surprised to hear, I'm drinking tea now." He chuckled and winked at her. Tentatively, Dillion took a sip and placed it back on the table. He supposed it was rude to stand, while she sat. He took a seat and side. Looking at her, he closed his eyes and glanced back toward the doorway. His eyes moved over to her again. She should have told him. He hadn't been poor, and Dillion wouldn't have quit school. Nothing was potentially standing in their way. She hadn't any right to do what, she had done.

Grinding his teeth, Dillion stared at the grains on the table. He didn't want to yell, but was finding the urge boiling with him. His heart was beginning to pound within his chest. Short heaved breaths forced through his nose, and Dillion shoved his hands into his pockets. He didn't want anyone to see him clenching and unclenching his fists. How could she?

Suddenly, Dillion froze.

Did Connor know, Lalana? Had his best friends known this entire time, and never dare utter a word to him. 'Hey Dillion, guess what you're a father?' If they had, he would never forgive them. Despite, Connor taking Leona's side in school he knew, he would never do that. These were his kids after all. None of his friends would be that stupid! They wouldn't actually be that naive; think they'd get away with it.

Clenching his jaw, the muscle twitched as he stared at her hard. His gaze cool, calculating, angry. She had hidden their children away, like some dirty secret. What had he ever done to deserve that? Dillion admitted, he was an asshole. He admitted, he had screwed up plenty of times over. To keep his Audrey and KC from knowing their father.

Gulping, a surge of anger shot threw him, pulsing and vivid - had they ever called someone else, 'Papa'? Someone else before him? Jealously course through his veins, and Dillion thought, he was going to be sick. Tugging himself together, he swore he wanted answers. Answers before she kicked him out.

"Why?" Dillion growled. "I've gone from happy to see you, and now I'm trying to figure out... why!" He said forcefully.

"I love-ved you. It wasn't like, we had drifted apart. We had broken up, yes but it was distance. I would have moved. No big deal. But you keep them from me. Not for a month, but fourteen blood years!" He sighed heavily and ran a hand over his face. "

I never had a father, Conily." Dillion met her gaze, suddenly colder than before. "You've turned me into the one man, I've despised. The one man, you've known I've despised. Why, damn it!? " He said desperately, voice stoney.

Dillion's voice was soft, airy. "If I had known..." He snorted sarcastically. "I would have made you board that bloody plane with me to England, or I would have never left. If I would known that this is what, I would have..." He shook his head and laughed roughly. "I'd have told Oxford to piss off."

A small teasing smirk touched his lips, "Different house though. Your kitchen is much too small."