For days after what he had come to term ‘the revelation,’ Ryan could still not believe what he had discovered. He had left in shock the day he found out what Becca was hiding from him, so he hadn’t collected her contact number, but that was no problem at all. He knew how to reach Dan, and if Becca prevailed upon Dan to try any funny business, Ryan would go to the ends of the earth to find his daughter. He had needed this time to plan what his next course of action would be because one thing was sure. He had missed out on this much of Emma’s life, but now that he knew about her existence, he wanted to reclaim and make up for the time he had lost. Finally, he made up his mind on what to do. It was a no-brainer actually. He could not uproot Emma from her life, obviously, but he could move to where she lived with Becca, after all, he could live in whatever city he wanted on the planet. It was a win-win for both he and Taylor because Ryan knew that she would give anything to go to the sa
Becca did not hear a peep from Ryan since that day that he left in a huff, after giving an ominous promise, but she had no doubt that she would hear from him again. Ryan was not one to abandon his flesh and blood, as she had known all the while she kept his daughter a secret from him, but she had been making excuses for her behavior because she didn’t want him to take her daughter away from her. Becca was at a loss as to what to do, whether to tell Emma about him now or wait until he showed up or contacted her. She had no doubts that he was going to do one of the above. Each night, she kept having nightmares in which Ryan took Emma away from her, never allowing her to visit. In these nightmares, her daughter hated her and wanted nothing to do with her because she had lied to her about her father. Becca was aware that it was just her subconscious playing tricks on her. Ryan wouldn’t take Emma away from her, she knew, or rather, hoped. Still, she was troubled. To worsen matters, Sand
“What on earth were you thinking?” Becca thundered at her daughter in anger. “Thinking about what?” Emma replied casually, dumping her school bag on the floor, a move that Becca had warned her against doing several times to no avail. “Why on earth would you get in the car with a stranger and even go get ice cream with him?” “But Mr. Ryan is not a stranger! He came to my birthday party.” “I know. That doesn’t justify you getting in the car with him instead of getting on the bus.” “Relax, mom,” Emma said, ignoring her mother and moving away to her room, clearly not getting what all the fuss was about. “Emma Harris. You come back here this minute. You don’t walk away from me when I’m talking to you. That’s very rude and I didn’t raise you to be rude.” Becca said sternly, her tone brooking no argument. Emma sighed and trailed back into the room, her small mouth set in a pout. “Listen to me very carefully. You will go nowhere with Mr. Ryan unless I ask you to do so, or else you will
Emma stared at her mother expectantly and for a minute, Becca almost lost her willpower, but she bravely soldiered on.“You want a dad so badly, right?” She asked Emma.“Well … yes… Everyone in my class has a dad.” Emma replied unsurely, no doubt wondering where her mom was going with this.“Okay. So, I don’t want you to freak out, okay?”“Wait! I know what you’re going to say, mom. I know!” Emma exclaimed all of a sudden, bounding down from the bed and pumping her fists in the air happily. Becca stared at her warily, wondering what was going on in her mind now. Emma was only shy in the midst of her mates. Once she was with her mother or Dan’s family, her mouth ran nonstop, and it was usually difficult for one to get in a word without her overriding the person.“Really? And what on earth would that be?” “That you’re going to marry Taylor's dad, of course!” “Emma, if you will be so kind as to let me finish what I’m saying without interrupting me, I will appreciate it very much.” Becc
The days passed rapidly, with Becca beginning to relax as regards her daughter and ex-husband. Emma adored her father, and the feeling was clearly mutual. Ryan doted on his daughter and hung on her every word, but was careful not to spoil her rotten, something that would have been easy to do considering that he had only just recently come into her life. As for Becca, she was thankful that she did not see much of Ryan, who dutifully dropped off Emma every day after school if he was around, which he almost always was. He tried his best to be friendly and communicate with her, but Becca wanted nothing to do with him. The passage of time had only made him more handsome, and that was a clear indication that she should stay the hell away from him. She knew how weak she was where Ryan was concerned, and she would be damned if she made a fool of herself over him again. Also, he was trying very hard to be nice to her and be her friend again, which either meant that he had changed, or that he
“Hello, stranger,” Becca said to her former best friend, who was content to just stare her down for minutes after Ryan left.“Hey.”“How have you been?”“I’ve been fine, and you?” Sandra replied and asked in turn, finally averting her gaze.“I’ve been good too. I missed you.”“Yeah. Me too. I understand why you wanted to keep everything a secret though.”“So, you’re no longer mad at me?”“No.”“Okay, so why are you speaking in monosyllables and refusing to meet my eyes?” Becca asked.“I’m speaking normally.” Sandra protested, but she still didn’t meet Becca’s eyes. Becca figured that it was probably her imagination, but she thought that she saw Sandra shiver a little. Immediately, concern for her friend overwhelmed her and she led Sandra by the arm to sit on the sofa.“Sandra, what’s going on? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”“No, no, I’m fine. Maybe not.” She gave a shaky little laugh and ran her hand over her hair.“So, what is the matter?”“It’s Sam,” Sandra replied in a small v
Sam, Sandra’s ex-husband, drowned his sorrows in alcohol as usual. It was nothing new. He was sitting in front of the tiny and worn-out television that was placed on an equally worn-out table in the rundown building in which he now lived. He was livid with rage and took solace in his bottles of alcohol, of which there were many scattered at his feet. He needed to start at his job, he knew, because if he didn’t, then he was going to be well and truly screwed. The television was on, but he stared at the images on it through blurred, unseeing eyes as he took another chug of the drink straight from the bottle, or at least, he tried to. The bottle was empty.He got up, tottered drunkenly on his feet, and took a moment to regain his balance, before weaving drunkenly to a corner of the room to pick up another bottle of drink, which happened to be the last one. Damn! He needed to restock his supply, but where was the money to do so? He scowled unseeingly at the wall for a few moments, before
“I’m sick of you and your shenanigans.” Tracy declared in a loud, irritated voice that showed that she was spoiling for a fight. Ryan, who was in the process of removing his shirt and going to soak in the bath, paused and glanced at her, noting her sour expression.“Is anything the matter?” He asked her, not understanding what her problem was, or why she should be so angry.‘“Is anything the matter,’ he asks.” Tracy sneered, looking anything but the beautiful and gentle woman he knew.“Have I done something wrong that I don’t know about?”“What’s with you and that woman?”“What woman?” Ryan asked although he had a good idea who she was talking about.“What was the quiz you were quizzing your daughter about her for?”“Quiz? I only asked Emma how her mother is. Is there anything wrong with that?”“Look, I think we should get married immediately. I don’t want that woman to start getting any ideas.” Tracy said matter-of-factly. Ryan tried to quelch the panic that rose inside him at the so