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“Three.”
“How about the doctor?”
“I went to an OB-GYN.”
“Can you repeat what he or she did and said?”
“He ran a blood test and said I’m five weeks pregnant, because they detected the pregnancy hormone but I forgot its name.” She sighs. “Now, are you going to stop interrogating me like I’m a witness in court?”
I stagger in my seat, still narrowing my eyes. Usually, people can’t withstand my rapid-fire questioning. It’s how I crush my opponents since, for normal people, it takes them a long time to think of a lie.
I’ve never used it on Gwen before, but she could’ve known about it. Did she come prepared for my reaction?
“So?” She lifts her chin.
“So what?”
“Are you going to do the right thing?”
“The right thing would be to abort the baby and divorce Nate so you can live your life.”
“No!”
“Gwen, listen to me—”
“No, you listen to me. If Mom had aborted me, I wouldn’t be here, I wouldn’t have known you, and I wouldn’t have been born as your daughter. She was fourteen and had every right to want to get rid of me. She was younger than me, a damn kid, and look at how far she’s come. This is my life, my body, and I have the right to decide whether or not I want to have a baby now, ten years from now, or never. I decide what’s right for me, not you or anyone else, Dad.”
“Fine, come here.” I walk to her and pull her up by the shoulders because she’s shaking. Fucking hell. Nate was right. I am scaring her; I’m scaring the only person who’s ever meant something to me.
She starts crying as she holds on to me, and that fucking shitty feeling resurfaces.
The feeling that I might have screwed things up as a father. That when it mattered, I wasn’t there for her as I should’ve been.
“Angel, stop crying. You know I hate it.”
“I can’t.”
“Gwen…I only want what’s best for you.”
“Daddy, can’t you see?” She lifts her head and stares at me with those expressive fucking eyes that stab me in the soul.
I’ve been taking care of her for such a long time that I didn’t realize she really isn’t a kid anymore.
She’s a woman now, my Gwen, and she has feelings—lots of them, as she said.
Fuck.
When did she grow up this much? It was easier when she was young. When she used to cling to me and tell me she didn’t really need superheroes because she already has me—her own superhero that she doesn’t have to share with anyone else.
And for a long time, I truly believed I was the only one she needed, but I’m learning the hard way that she has another superhero now. One I didn’t see coming, though I really should have.
I should’ve suspected something when she started hiding and blushing around him and he tactfully avoided coming to my house.
I should’ve suspected something when she started collecting his things and forbidding anyone from touching them. I thought she only idolized Nate, I could’ve never guessed that her feelings for him would grow so deep that she’d be in physical pain due to being separated from him.
“See what?” I ask.
“He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me since you, and if you weren’t so blinded by your anger, you’d see it, too.”
