Chapter 25
Cole
It was Friday night. Violet and I were in the car on the way to her parents’ house, and I just couldn’t seem to keep my hands off of her. She looked so beautiful in the white cocktail dress she wore. She looked drop dead gorgeous. It was going to be a little weird since they had no idea about her and me. But it was time to let them know what was going on.
Since she was pregnant, I noticed a beautiful glow about her. She was the most beautiful pregnant woman I had ever seen.
We were headed to have dinner at her parents’ house. They had invited me there to thank me for something, and I had to admit how nervous I was. After she told me about the conversations she had with her mom the previous Saturday, I couldn’t help but be a little worried about what was going to happen between her family and me. Especially between Alan and me. We went back so far. We had always been good friends.
“You look gorgeous,” I said to her as I stared at her. I soaked up this moment. I soaked up every moment I had alone with her. Every moment I looked at her.
I wanted to really look deep into her eyes and study all the features of her face. Those were my favorite moments.
She smiled. “You look very handsome,” she said.
“Thanks,” I said.
She seemed nervous, too. Now, I was wondering what she could be thinking about. Was she worried about her parents? Did she want to tell them? Did she not?
“What’s wrong?” I asked her, taking her hand in mine and kissing the top of it.
“They don’t know you’re the father,” she said.
We were sitting in the back of a town car. I wanted to ride this way so I could touch her and comfort her. I found I couldn’t keep my hands off her much these days. It wasn’t a bad thing. But I knew it could be a major distraction if I was trying to drive like that. In fact, my mind was filled with things that I wanted to do to her in this very back seat. Things that I was going to do to her as soon as we left her parents’ house.
“You didn’t tell them it was me?” I asked. I wanted to make sure I heard her right. I wasn’t sure how to feel or what to think. I thought she might have told them. I thought we could have been past this point. I knew it was going to be hard for me to be around Alan.
“They don’t know who it is. I only said it was someone at work and that I didn’t want to talk about it. I don’t want them to know.” She was looking down at her hands, avoiding eye contact with me.
“But I think we should tell them. The baby will be here soon enough, and I’d rather get this whole thing with them figured out before the baby arrives.”
She put her hands on mine and stared me in the eyes. Her big round eyes looked absolutely gorgeous.
“Please. I’m not ready to do that just yet. I promise we’ll talk to them. We’ll tell them and get it all figured out before the baby gets here. But not tonight. Please.” She was pleading with me, and it tore at my heart strings. I couldn’t make her do something that she didn’t want to do.
“We won’t tell them,” I said. And then I pulled her into me more. We rode like that, not talking, but it was comfortable until we got to her parents’ place.
I was nervous, even though I knew they had no idea we were together and that I was the father of her baby. I wasn’t really sure why they had wanted us to both come for dinner. I thought for sure that they might have known about me. But that didn’t seem to be the case anymore since Violet made it clear she didn’t want them to know. This was going to make this dinner so much harder.
When we walked up to the door and she knocked, the door opened to reveal her mother and father. Both already had drinks in their hands. I hoped that was a good sign as to how the evening was going to go. From the looks of it, her mom had a martini and her dad had a brandy because we were having dinner together. He always had a brandy when there were guests over for dinner. It occurred to me that I knew a lot about her father. Maybe even more than she knew. And I started to feel a little guilty that he had no idea what was going on between us.
They invited us in, and I shook Alan’s hand. “Hey, Alan. How have you been? Thank you for having me over for dinner.”
He shook it and looked me right in the eye. My heart rate picked up, and I felt like he was searching my eyes for something. Some sort of answer to an unasked question, perhaps? I wasn’t really sure and just went with the moment, not letting him see that I was sweating, or that I was freaking out on the inside. Maybe he knew because he knew me too well.
“Thank you so much,” he said when he finally spoke. “Thank you so much for getting our baby girl this internship and writing the amazing report on her. It really means a lot to us that you did that for her.”
I felt a weight get lifted off my shoulders. That was all this was about. I started to feel a little better, even though I had to push away the thought of confessing to him what was going on.
“You’re welcome,” I said. “Your daughter is a very hard worker. I wish there were more people with her work ethic around there.” I smiled at Violet. She smiled back and so did her mom. “Besides we go back far enough.” I winked at him, and he laughed.
“Dinner is in a few minutes,” Gloria said. “Let’s go sit down.” The four of us walked into the dining room and sat down around the giant table.
There were far too many seats at the table for such a small party, but we all sat closely together. I tried to calm my nerves down. But I didn’t realize how hard it would be for me to be around Alan with his pregnant daughter, the one I got pregnant, in the same room as us.
“It really is lovely what you’ve done for our Violet,” her mother said, just as the housekeeper came around with water glasses for the four of us.
“Thank you,” I said. “But seriously, it’s not a big deal. I’ve known you guys so long. And she really is a hard worker, just like her dad.”
The housekeeper handed me a glass of ice water. I was hoping for something stronger because there was no way I could get through this dinner without a little encouragement. I took a sip of my water and then continued talking. “Like I said, she’s got an amazing work ethic that’s really hard to find in workers. I have had far too many people with half-ass attitudes. More than people who actually care about their job. So really, it’s my pleasure to have her there.” I was rambling now, and I hoped more than anything that I wasn’t giving myself away. Calm down, I told myself.
The chef came out with a couple other people. They were all carrying silver trays with covers. They set them down on the table in front of us and lifted the lids.
There were lamb and veal, along with a selection of different sides. It all smelled amazing.
“I’m just so sorry she had to go and get herself knocked up,” her dad said as we were beginning to eat.
I grabbed my water and took a few gulps. I didn’t know how to respond or what to say. I was at a loss for words. I promised Violet I wouldn’t say anything, but it was hard not to.
“It’s someone at work,” her dad continued. “There’s some asshole at your company that likes to go around knocking women up. I know I’m semi-retired, but maybe I need to come back full time, so I can make sure things like this don’t happen anymore.”
I almost choked on the bite of lamb chop I was currently chewing. It was getting harder and harder for me to keep up this ruse. To keep this piece of information hidden away from her family. They didn’t deserve to be in the dark. Especially, Alan, my long-time friend.
Her dad finished the glass of whatever he was drinking, and then he looked at me, hard. “What kind of people do you hire there?” he asked.
The weight of the lie was starting to wear me down. It was taking over my every thought. It was becoming too much. I knew I should keep my promise to Violet, but the secret was beginning to crush me. It was pressing down on me, making it difficult to breathe. They needed to know the truth. They deserved to know the truth.
I cleared my throat and placed my hand on Violet’s. I watched her dad’s eyes narrow at it. And then I think realization dawned on him before I even said a word.
“We have something to tell you,” I started.
Both of her parents froze, looking at me like I had three heads. It was hard to do this, but I needed to. I knew I was going to be hurting Violet by telling them, but she’d see how they needed to know the truth. Things would get better from here, and we could move on with the pregnancy and with our relationship, without the lingering fear of her parents finding out. This was going to be best for everyone.
“Don’t,” Violet whispered.
“It’s time,” I said.
She shook her head, but the looks from her parents told me that I really needed to say something.
“Your daughter and I are in love. I am the father of her child.”
Her dad spit his food out of his mouth and swallowed the rest of his drink. He slammed the empty glass down on the table. He seemed to be thinking for a moment. Her mom didn’t move. She was staring at me. Not talking, not doing anything other than staring at me. Or rather, she was staring through me.
Alan stood up and swung at me from across the table. I leaned back, pushing my chair back with my legs as I did so. He went to swing at me one more time, and I evaded it once again. Only this time, I fell over my chair just as he fell onto the table, causing everything to fall all over the floor. Violet came running to me while her mom went running to her dad. They were both checking on us to make sure we were okay. I got up from the floor and went over to help her dad.
Alan was livid with me, and rightfully so. I knew this was going to happen, but I felt a weight had been lifted off my shoulders in a way. The secret was out, and now we could properly move forward with our lives and with planning for the baby’s arrival.
“You need to leave,” her mom said to me while holding her hand up, stopping me from coming any closer.
I nodded my head. “Thank you for dinner. I’m sorry it got ruined, and I hope you guys will come around, at least for your grandchild’s sake.”