The Single Dad: Girl’s Sexual Awakening

The sound of him, the pain, it caused me to cry even harder, and Dominick wrapped his arms around me.

“Everything’s going to be okay,” Dominick said, not letting me go.

More arms circled me.

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I heard Ford speak. I heard him give answers.

I heard his family’s encouragement that was supposed to make us feel better.

But it didn’t.

The unknown was too much.

I just wanted one thing-we all did.

While we waited, I couldn’t look at my phone.

I couldn’t take a deep breath.

Not until the door opened one final time, a nurse walking into the room, who said, “Which one of you is Ford Dalton?”

“That’s me,” Ford said, taking several steps forward. “Where’s Everly? What’s happening to her?”

A stabbing pain shot through my stomach, and I gripped it with both hands, my fingers shaking so badly that I was almost hitting my ribs.

The nurse said, “Everly’s in surgery. She has a ruptured spleen, multiple broken ribs. A concussion. But she’s a little fighter, and we anticipate a full recovery.”

The entire room sighed.

“However, she’s lost a great deal of blood. We need to do a blood transfusion.” She continued to look at Ford, adding, “We’ve had quite a few emergencies today, and we’re running low on O positive. I came out to ask if you’ll donate blood to your daughter.”

He stared at her.

He said nothing.

And after several seconds passed, he took a few steps toward the remaining chair and back to the door.

He was pacing again.

What is he doing?

Why isn’t he rushing out the door to donate his blood?

“Ford?” I said.

He looked at me, and then he glanced at the nurse. “I can’t donate to her. I’m not O positive. I’m AB.”

“AB?” The nurse paused, confusion filling her face. “In my thirty-two years as a pediatric nurse, I’ve never seen or heard of a child having O positive if one of their parents is AB.”

He took a breath, holding it in. “That’s because I’m not her biological father.”

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ilence penetrated the room. It was so quiet that I could have heard a fucking pin drop.

I knew the bomb I’d just detonated. I knew it would affect them tremendously, but I couldn’t worry about that now.

“I’m-”

“What did you just say?” my father voiced, cutting me off as I was about to address the nurse. “You’re not Everly’s biological father? But how?”

I continued looking at the nurse, ignoring my father as I tried again to say, “I’m happy to give AB, but I know that won’t be of any help.”

She shook her head. “It won’t.”

“I can donate,” Sydney said from behind me.

I turned to face her as she was pushing herself off the wall, walking toward the nurse and me.

“I happen to be O positive,” she added.

I glanced at the nurse as she asked, “Are you all right with this? Her blood will be tested before it’s given to Everly.”

“Yes,” I replied. “Of course.”

The nurse held the door open a little wider and voiced, “Please come with me,” to Sydney.

As they disappeared and the door shut, I felt everyone’s eyes on me.

Still, I didn’t worry about them.

They weren’t important at the moment.

I needed my baby out of surgery.

I needed her safely in my arms.

Where she belonged.

I didn’t know what her recovery was going to look like, how long it would take her to heal, but I knew I wasn’t going to leave her side until she was back to being the little girl she’d been before this fucking nightmare.

“Ford …” The sound of my father speaking my name didn’t come as a surprise.

I had known it was only a matter of seconds before he pressed his questions.

With my family behind me, I said over my shoulder, “Not now.”

“Not now, honey?” My mom walked over and placed her hands on my shoulders. “I just found out my granddaughter isn’t yours by blood, and you don’t want to talk about it?” Her bottom eyelids were dark and heavy, as though the weight of today was dragging through her. “Please, Ford. At least say something.” She waited. “I understand today’s been a tragedy-we’re all a mess over it-but the nurse said she’s going to be all right, and so are you once her surgery is over and you let them take an X-ray of your arm.”

Even though the pain was almost debilitating, my arm was the last thing on my mind.

I hadn’t even let them do more than give me a sling when I arrived at the ER.

My only focus was on my baby girl.

And Everly’s story was one I never intended on telling.

I was going to go to the grave with that truth.

In my mind, it was no one’s business.

Goddamn it, she was mine.

That was all that mattered.

But as I looked at my mother, I knew she needed something to satisfy her.

Something that jarred my patience.

“Fuck,” I gritted through my teeth. When I finally glanced up, I felt all the eyes on me. “What do you want to know?”

“What do we want to know?” my mother asked. “How about everything?”

“We’re all a bit flabbergasted right now,” Dominick said.

Kendall nodded.

So did Jenner, and he asked, “Why didn’t you tell us?” His eyes narrowed. “Have you known this whole time?”

I felt like I was standing in front of a firing squad.

I needed time to get my thoughts straight before I opened up and told this story. So, after I paced several times, I found the nearest wall, and I pushed my back against it.

I breathed.

And the moment Sydney walked through the door, a Band-Aid over the crease of her elbow, an expression I couldn’t quite read on her face, I knew it was time.

She shut the door behind her and walked over to me. “She’s still in surgery. The nurse thinks it’ll be about forty-five minutes until you can see her.” She ran her fingers over my arm. “Are you okay?”

I didn’t reply.

I just looked up at the group.

If I gave them pieces of Everly’s past, they would only ask for more.

They’d want the joints, the filler.

The timeline.

The legal process.

In this room, I’d be put on trial.

The only way to share this tale was to start at the beginning.

I pressed my foot against the wall and shifted my gaze across each of their faces. “From the very beginning, I knew something was off. Aside from you all asking if I’d gotten a paternity test, it went deeper than that. It was a feeling I just can’t explain, something that wasn’t sitting right, so I went and got the test done.” I took a breath, the exhale burning through my nose as I remembered when I’d read the results and how, even though I’d had my suspicions, the news had stabbed me in the darkest places. “As you know now, it proved I wasn’t her father. But I couldn’t let it rest. I needed the truth. Since I wasn’t able to find Rebecca, I hired Jefferson, our in-house PI, and he tracked her down. While Mom watched Eve, thinking I was on a work trip, I flew to where Rebecca was living, and she confessed and signed the paperwork I had drafted.”

Silence ticked.