Sins of a Father

Vivian POV

It had been a little over three weeks and I was starting to feel like we were going to be ok. Amy and I started making friends, had school and work, and my aunt was softening to us some. She was still withdrawn and had plenty of backhanded comments to me, but I think she was enjoying a child in the house. She even seemed to be getting excited about my baby.

The other day she showed me a room that had a small cove added to it. She thought it would be perfect for myself and a nursery for the baby. She suggested Amy take the room across from me and had a few ideas about color and themes. Amy was of course going to be pink, like the little princess she was, and for my baby boy, she thought planes would be appropriate.

For the first time she spoke about my father. Filling me in about his passion to fly. I never knew he had a pilot's license before. He even had his own little plane that we took small family trips to remote islands too. I couldn't remember any of them though. It