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Marcus laughs.
“Besides, you’ve got a reason. A lovely woman and a sweet little girl need your attention right now.”
“I don’t know about that.”
“Aren’t you dating Elle now?”
I sigh.
“I don’t know. We’re just taking things really slow, but I have no idea if that means I can call her my girlfriend. And we haven’t told Amy I’m her dad yet.”
“Are you kidding me?” Marcus sounded bewildered. “Why not?”
“How would you go about telling a little girl that you’re her parent after several years not knowing who you are? And how she came to be?”
“Luke, you don’t need to tell her the second part?”
“But you get my point.”
“I do, and I don’t.” Marcus sighs. “I guess because I’ve not been in that position myself.”
“Not with your wife, at least.”
“I’m just glad I’ve got an awesome woman in my life. If this had happened to me, I don’t think I would have coped as well as you.”
I don’t know about that; Marcus is tougher than me. He could have managed this with less mess. I walk through the apartment and into my bedroom. I fall onto the bed and stare at the ceiling.
“I’m not sure what’s tougher: telling my daughter that I’m actually her dad, or telling my parents that they do have a grandchild.”
“What? You haven’t told them yet?”
“No. I didn’t know how. And you know what Mom’s been up to lately. She’s still desperate for me to find a wife.”
“I thought your dad told her to back off.”
“He did, but I doubt Mom actually listened.”
Marcus grunts.
“Probably not. But if you tell her that you’ve got a daughter, maybe she’ll back off.”
I am not so sure about that. She might ease off on me giving her a grandchild, but she would still be pushing for me to marry. While the idea of Elle becoming my wife sounds amazing in my head, I’m not about to force her. Nor do I want to marry anyone else.
The thought does not want to be entertained.
“You think I should tell my parents about this now, then,” I murmur.
“Absolutely. If you hold onto this for much longer, it’s going to be harder to explain. Let them get upset at you now rather than later.”
Marcus has a point. I should be telling them the truth, even though we haven’t told Amy yet, and we have done a DNA test. But I don’t need to do a test to know that Amy is my daughter; it’s clear when we’re together that she’s my kid. Elle has commented on it before.
I’m sure Elle will forgive me for saying something to my parents now.
“Well, I’d better let you get on with it,” Marcus says. “I’m going to make the most of this evening and pretend I have a social life.”
I smile.
“Good luck with that. I’m sure your wife will be happy to hear that.”
