> Age? she blinked, her lips parting in mild surprise before she reached up
> and put her hand over his and then reached over to hold his cheek with her
> other one.
>
> "No you aren't." she corrected him softly "My father is ten years your
> senior.
>
> "And there is no way I could even think of you as a father figure, Derek."
> she ran the pad of her thumb beneath his bottom lip before meeting and
> keeping his gaze, her lips curving a little crookedly, happily "Sorry but
> age doesn't mean a damn thing to me."
>
> She wondered if she should tell him that her mother had been five years
> younger than her daughter when she had met her husband and decided she'd
> just dig up their wedding album later.
>
> Julia stroked Derek's cheek. The way she felt for him wouldn't change no
> matter how old he was and she hoped he could see it in her gaze.
>
> "Thank you." she whispered, knowing it hadn't been easy for him to admit
> such a personal concern, even to her, and felt even closer to him now than
> she had before. And she was telling the truth - she hadn't even thought
> about it and even now, hearing it being brought up, she could care less
> about it. She hoped it was something he could work through though. Age
or
> not he was still the sexiest, kindest, intelligent..... Like she said, she
> would still feel the same about him.
>
> He had said 'worries' though. She raised a quiet, curious eyebrow, not
> wanting to push it but giving him the opportunity to voice them if he was
> ready to.
>
Derek:
Derek gazed into her eyes taking everything she said in. He began to wonder
if there weren't something wrong with him, for thinking that such an age
difference was...well indecent. Milo of course didn't think there was
anything wrong with it and neither did Julia, who frankly he thought had
better judgement then Milo, well in some things at any rate. Though he
couldn't help but wonder what Julia's father would have thought of this, if
he were still around. The fact remained that he loved Julia and had for
quite sometime. He knew this was his problem and he had to find some way to
resolve it within him. Julia's reaction was helping some and time he was
sure would probably solve the rest of the trouble for him. He didn't want
to risk losing her. But he couldn't help but worry about her welfare. As
much as he would have liked to have discuss some of his other thoughts with
her, he'd done about all the opening up he could handle for one time period.
That was one of the most private of his concerns and therefore the most
important. The others could wait, if he ever deemed them important enough
to mention at all. Taking very little heed of other passengers on the
ferry, there were only a few anyway, he leaned foward and kissed Julia.
"Where is it we're suppose to meet Ingrid for lunch," he asked suddenly,
realizing he hadn't been paying complete attention earlier. It was
definitely an abrupt change of subject, but he was prone to that sort of
thing as things just flitted through his mind.
