Page 2 of Irish Eyes

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I want that same feeling. But unfortunately, I want it with a woman who ran from me. The same woman that’s currently standing in front of me.

“Why did you leave the area? I know you were from around here. I found out where you lived from a friend. And then I found out that you left. Almost immediately. What the hell?”

“I was scared.” I can see the fear in her eyes. I believe her. But it doesn’t make any sense.

“Why are you scared? I’m not a scary person. I would never hurt you.”

“Iknow,” she says. “You’re not what scares me. I am. The feelings that I had for you absolutely terrified me. I needed time to think.”

“Two years, Candy. Two fucking years. That’s not time to think. That’s ghosting me.”

“Even if it was, why is it so damn bad? We barely knew each other! Why do I keep having to say that?”

“Fine. Let’s quit going round and round on this. What are you doing here?”

“I know you might not believe it but I came back because I need to talk to you. There’s something important that I need to discuss with you.”

“Go ahead.” I wave a hand at her.

“Not here.” She glances around and seems to shrink into herself. “I really need to talk to you in private.”

“Candy,” I growl. “Quit fucking playing games with me. I can’t take it right now.”

“Fine. Dammit, Finn. I didn’t want to tell you my news, our news, like this. But here goes.”

She hands me a photo and I barely look at the little boy for a minute. Until I get a good look at his eyes. His bright green eyes that exactly match mine.

My eyes widen and I jerk them up to stare at her, shocked. There are tears in her eyes and she’s wringing her hands. “What the hell is this, Candace?” I growl, my voice hoarse, tense.

“I’m so sorry, Finn. I didn’t find out until after I left and I didn’t know how to find you and tell you.”

“Tell me, Candace,” I whisper. “Who is he?”

“He’s your son, Finn. His name is Edison. He’s one. Well….and a few months.”

It feels like the room is spinning around me. I can’t think. All I can see is the boy in the picture with my eyes and his mom’s bright blond curls.

A little boy I didn’t know about that is a beautiful combination of the two of us.

“I’m sorry, Candy. I need to think right now. I’ll see you later.”

I spin on my heels and stalk out of the door. The room feels like it’s closing in on me and I need air.

I need to process what my dream girl just said. In just minutes I’ve gone from missing her for the last two years, to having her pop up in front of me…to finding out that we’re parents. Only I never knew.

Holy shit! I’m a dad.



Ican’t believe he left. But then again, I kinda just dropped a huge bomb on him. One that I should have taken care of a long time ago.

I tried telling myself that he wouldn’t want to know. He’s just a man and it was just a one-night stand.

As I’ve watched Edison get bigger and scoot around, I started regretting that I had no one to share his milestones with. I wanted to watch his dad teach him how to play ball. How to ride a bike. How to fish. I’m terrible at all three of those things. I still fall off a bike. That old saying that you never forget how to ride a bike? Total bull. I did it. And the first time I tried to ride one as an adult? I ended up with a sprained ankle and a bruised ego. And by that I mean my ass.

Thank goodness that my son hadn’t seen that. I’d never live it down.