Seth.
“Patrice, I know damn well you remember our night in college,” Seth states.
“You mean the night you raped me? I was a virgin you motherfucker. I know you slipped something in my drink because I only had one drink and there was no way I was willing.”
“Our night together was magical. I didn’t have to rape you, you were more than willing. Besides, you know as well as I do that Kayla is your daughter as much as she is mine.” He states.
“If you knew she was your daughter, how could you let what happened to her happen, and then treat her like nothing?” Patrice says crying.
“I didn’t know then, but I know now. I knew the moment I saw you standing by her bedside in the hospital. I knew you looked familiar. I would remember you anywhere.”
“That doesn’t mean she’s my daughter, but I do care for her. I don’t know what happened to my daughter. I gave her up at the hospital. I never even held her. The only thing I remember from giving birth is how perfect her little cry was. They rushed her out of the room, and I cried myself to sleep that night. I could hear her crying all night long. So I left the next morning before staff change.”
“You are in fucking denial woman. That girl is ours.”
“Seth, I want you to keep your god damned mouth shut. Your family has hurt her enough, and she does not need any more fucking stress. If you so much as look in her fucking direction, I swear on everything I hold dear, I will kill you. And you can take that to the damn bank” Patrice screams.
I can’t believe what I am hearing, and I know it will kill Kayla to hear this. I don’t know what to do. I can’t tell her, and it takes everything I have not to go into that room and beat the fuck out of Seth for what he did to Patrice, and most of all, what he let be done to Kayla. At one point I really respected Seth. He had promise as a kick ass senator, and most likely would have made for a damn good president. But now that I know him, I am glad that he has taken a back seat in politics.
I quietly head back to our bedroom, crawl into bed, and hold Kayla close. I can’t help but wonder how in the hell she’ll survive this. She will be crushed to know Seth is her father, though I know she will be happy to hear she has a mother. But she can’t know this. With a heavy heart I sigh and try to sleep. I toss and turn and listen for Kayla’s steady breathing. That is somewhat calming but I know her life is about to change, I just have to figure out how to tell her.
I fell in love with her back in St. James church when she was teaching me how to read. Even when I was going to be married to the gold digging whore, I was picturing Kayla walking down the aisle. That was the last thing I thought of before falling into a restless sleep.
The next morning we wake to the smells of coffee and pancakes. When we get downstairs, we find the news declaring Seth has officially pulled out of the presidential race. The rumor is he pulled out because of the scandal regarding his family.
“About damn time,” Wyatt declares as he walks around and kisses the top of Kayla’s head. He walks to VI and wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her to his side.
“I would kiss you, but I have a major case of morning breath.” VI tells Wyatt.
“Awe, babe you know I don’t mind your breath anytime.”
“No! That’s gross! Don’t come near me.” VI mumbles as she is covering her mouth with her hand. “Sorry you are just S.O.L. There will be no kissing until I have coffee and get the funk out of my mouth. So just calm your jets there big boy.”
“Damn! No love this morning. You suck babe.”
“We all know I suck, and that I swallow too, but until I have coffee and brush my teeth, there will be no kissing, so suck it up buttercup.”
“Awe, aren’t you guys so freaking cute. Wyatt dear, when are you going to make an honest woman of VI?
“Kayla geez, you made me spit out my coffee. You ass,” VI says.
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