Dahven walked determinedly through the glass doors of the large building. Her head was held high, though inside she felt as if she was falling apart. Her world cashing down and landing among her feet.
"Dahven." Jim Reeves stated in shock as he stood up quickly.
His hand buttoned his jacket and he directed his hand to the man sitting in front of him. "This is Donald Belle." He told her, politely introducing her to one of his clients.
She gave a nod in his direction. "Pleasure." She told him coolly. Her mind was racing, and she let her eager eyes land on her lawyers. "May I borrow you for just a minute?" She asked courteously.
The man in his chair nodded his head and went to remove himself from the seat when Dahven spoke up. "That won't be necessary." She assured him. "I just need to talk with him outside."
Mr. Belle nodded again, giving his consent, and Jim Reeves gave him a relieved smile, before accompanying Dahven out in the hallway.
"Okay, now what's up, that is so important?" He asked her smiling.
Dahven took in a deep breath. "Arie wants Christian Courts." She said it fast; not wanting to keep the bitter taste it had left in her mouth.
He shook his head; "He can't do that." He replied confidently.
"Are you sure?" She questioned him hopefully. Wanting nothing more to be so true.
Jim Reeves smiled down at her. "Your mother made it very clear that no one has sole rights over that house, unless it is signed over. Arie cannot take you to court over it, unless he is contesting the will."
Dahven removed the letter from her purse. "Then this letter he wrote to me is a warning, that that is what he is planning to do if I don't sign it over."
Carefully he read over the letter, and shook his head again. "He cannot get sole ownership of the house." He shrugged his shoulders.
"He can only contest the will, and that can take months, and I can assure you it will only drag on." He assured her.
Slowly, Dahven started to nod her head. Relief releasing the tension that had her body strung tight. She gave him a weak and grateful smile. "Thank you." She told him softly.
He grinned at her and nodded again. "My pleasure, Dahven." He stated, before walking back into his office, to deal with his other client.
Walking back to the elevator and going back down to the main floor, she felt lighter as she walked out of the building. Arie couldn't get her house… that was all she cared about at the moment.
Returning to her car, she thought of not telling Isaac about the incident, but quickly decided against that idea. If they were going to be married, they had to tell each other everything.
A slow and painful shudder racked her body, but Dahven ignored it once it went away. She had too much on her mind to worry what it was or wasn't.
Pulling up to the Hanson house, Dahven smiled to herself. This house, where she spent most of her childhood, meant more to her, then the mansion she was living in now.
But that mansion was her mother's. Built in vain, lived in torture, and yet survived the break-up of one family. That was her home, where her own heritage lay. And where she would build her own family, and make the home where love lived.
Steadily, she willed her knees to be firm and not so weak as she walked to the front door. She was trying desperately to wait as patiently as she could, until the day she would finally belong to Isaac. Not only in their eyes, but in the eyes of God, and the law as well.
Isaac had flung the door open before Dahven could even knock on it, and enveloped her in a loving embrace. "I got a powerful piece of paper in my pocket." He whispered in her ear.
Dahven grinned, "You got the license?" She asked excitedly, as she took a step back.
He nodded his head grinning at her.
Instantly she was in his arms again. A slow tear of happiness trickled from the corner of her right eye. Everything was becoming perfect…
