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Come Turning of the Tide	By : TaimaMarie Category: Individual Celebrities > Johnny Depp Views: 6911 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own nor know Johnny Depp. This story is a work of fiction, and I don't make any money.

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AN: Thanks for the reviews! Ero, I imagine it does get pretty batty hanging out with kids for the whole day. That's why I don't baby sit anymore. (That and the lady I sat for wouldn't pay me, would only pay me in gift certificates for stores not in my town, would make me stay all weekend and not pay for it, or tell her friends to drop her kids with me, resulting in four kids when I was supposed to watch one.) Also, this whole ketchup thing happened to me. My father never had food in his apartment. *And* I got back my final English paper... I DID KICKIN' RAAAAD!! Just math and guitar tomorrow and I'm done for a month.

“Did you guys have fun?” Johnny asked as his kids and the nanny walked in the door. Jack nodded, covered already with a layer of dirty. His jeans were stained at the knees, and he had a few leaves in his hair. Charity quickly plucked them out.

“No!” Lily-Rose said. She huffed over towards him. “She’s mean.” She pointed to Charity.

“Jack-Jack, why don’t you go and show Charity your room. Your toys are here.” He said casually. Charity threw him a confused look, but followed the boy upstairs into his as yet unpacked room.

Once the two of them were gone, Johnny knelt down. He gestured for his daughter to come closer. She stepped closer to him, lower lip trembling.

“Why don’t you like Charity, Lily-Rose? You’ve just met her; I think you need to give her a chance.”

“Because I don’t think Maman would like her.”

“Why do you think that?” Johnny frowned, confused. Lily-Rose could only shrug. Johnny didn’t speak; he just put his hands on her shoulders and waited for her to talk to him.

“I don’t want her here, Daddy. Why can’t it just be the three of us until Maman gets here?” Johnny felt a stab going through his heart. How could he tell her that Vanessa wasn’t coming? How could her tell her this was the way things were going to be from now on?

“Because Daddy has to work, sweetheart. I just want to make sure this is easy for you and Jack. And Charity is going to help. You’ll see. Besides, she doesn’t burn the grilled cheese, and I hear she makes a mean peanut butter and jelly.”

“But Daddy, she’s mean! She told me I wouldn’t get a bubble bath.”

“Why?” Johnny asked.

“Because,” Lily-Rose shrugged. Johnny just looked at her sternly.

“You aren’t telling me the whole story. But either way, I support Charity all the way. She and I will talk later.” Johnny rose up on his feet. His daughter looked at him, heartbreak and betrayal etched on her face.

“You don’t love me anymore!” she shouted, before turning to race upstairs just as Jack and Charity were coming down. Charity stopped on the steps and watched the girl fly by her and listened to the slamming of the bedroom door.

“That sounds like it went swimmingly.” She raised an eyebrow. Johnny just shook his head. Jack was running around with his airplane.
“What do you want to make them for supper?”

“Supper? That’s a very Southern term for it.” He smirked at her. Her cheeks went pink.

“No, it isn’t.” Charity mumbled.

“Did you grow up there?” Johnny continued.

“No, far from it.” She snorted. “Seriously, what are we going to make them?”

“I don’t know.” Johnny shrugged. Charity nodded and went to the kitchen. He listened to her running the tap and entered to find her sitting on the counter, sipping a glass of water.

He watched as she crossed her legs, sipping from the glass. He licked his lips. What to say to her, what to say? It seemed like the silence was hanging too thick, like there was something missing.

“Charity?” he began. She looked up sharply.

Johnny was struck by the vulnerability in her eyes. They glimmer and shone the same way that Lily-Roses’ did. She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear as she looked at him questioningly.

He couldn’t say any of the things he wanted to. She was just a child herself. Charity cocked her head to the side, waiting for him to tell her what he needed.

“Johnny?”

“N-never mind.” He stammered. She just gave him a confused smile.

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The way he was looking at me scared me. There was something in his eyes that let me know he was upset about something. I wanted to ask him what it was, what he needed, what I could do, but I stopped myself just in time.

I hopped down off the counter and opened the fridge, staring at the contents. A container full of restaurant ketchup packets, a jar of pickle brine, and two ends of a bread loaf. I looked over my shoulder at Johnny, who had the grace to look a little ashamed.

“This,” I pointed to the fridge. “Is not food.”

“I thought there were some tomatoes in there at least.”

“In the yellow plastic container?”

“Yeah!” He brightened up.

“That’s just ketchup!” I cried. Oh Lord. I was going to have to start this house from the bottom up. I sighed and glanced at my watch. It was too late to try and take the kids to the store. That was asking for a tantrum.
“We’re having McDonald’s tonight. Tomorrow we are going shopping.”

“We are?”

“Yup. You’re going to go and go and get food, I am going to round up the kids, and we’re going to eat at the table like civilized people.”

“Because my family has no idea what it means to be civilized.” Johnny sounded a little perturbed. Okay, maybe I was being a little too harsh.

“Okay, okay, just go and get the food, please.” I sighed.

“What do you want?” he asked. I shrugged.

“Whatever. I don’t much care.” I tried to walk past him, to go upstairs and get his children ready to eat dinner. He grabbed my arm, gently. I turned towards him, to see what he wanted.

“Charity you’re—you’re doing a really good job.” His voice was low and heavy.

“And I’ve only been here a day!” I tried to make the conversation light. I didn’t want him to tell me this. I didn’t want to hear whatever he had to say to me, though I couldn’t explain why. He just stared at me for a moment. Suddenly, it was hard for me to breathe. I swallowed a few times before he let me go and grabbed his keys, heading out.

I stood alone in the kitchen, trying to get my breath back before heading upstairs to get the kids.
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