“Everything, Honey. I want to know what’s
happened in these months we haven’t seen each
other. How we’ve gotten to this point,” he says,
looking at me very seriously.
I tell him about Nate and the end of our
relationship. I tell him how Patrick has been very
close to me and that we discovered we feel the
same way about each other and that things didn’t
go as expected and I discovered I was pregnant
almost right away. I don’t go into details, in order
to avoid giving away something that would make
Dad understand that the baby isn’t Patrick’s. So I
lie a bit about the time frames and the dynamics so
it’s a bit vague and he isn’t able to add things up
too quickly.
“And with this Patrick—”
“Dad, please.”
“What is it? I’m just asking. I want to know if
he treats you well, if you’re happy.”
“Patrick is wonderful.”
“And he’s going to take care of you and—”
“—The baby, Dad. You can say it out loud.”
“Sorry, this is hard for me. You’re my little
girl.”
“Well, seems like your little girl is grown up,
and in a hurry.”
“So what are you intending to do? How have
you thought to reconcile things? A baby isn’t
something to take lightly, dear.”
“I still haven’t thought of it,” I say, looking at
