Before I knew what was happening, she was kissing me and touching me and trying to push her tongue into my mouth.
I pushed her away, using a little more force than I meant to, and she fell to the couch. “I can’t do this with you Stacy. When you left I filed for divorce. All I need you to do is sign the papers. As far as I’m concerned, we have been divorced for almost two years.”
She burst into tears. “Is this because of that country bumpkin you were banging on the desk when I walked in here?”
I couldn’t even look at the woman sitting in front of me. This was not the same woman that I had loved. I had to keep telling myself that. She was not the love of my life. She was just my ex-wife.
“I love her, Stacy. I really love her. She’s my future, and I need you to remain in my past. I need you to sign the papers and move on with your life. Can you do that for me?”
Stacy was still crying. “I have something to show you that might change your mind. You need to come out to the car with me?”
I agreed and followed her out to her car. I noticed as we got closer that there was a woman sitting in the front seat holding something in her lap. When we reached her car I realized the woman was Stacy’s sister Megan and the “something” she was holding was a little girl.
She looked to be about a year old – maybe, I don’t know, I couldn’t really tell. When I looked over at Stacy she was smiling from ear to ear, “I would like to introduce you to your daughter. Her name is Jazmine, but I call her Jaz.”
I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak, all I could do was stare at the beautiful little girl sitting in front of me. She looked just like Stacy. But how could she be mine? Could she be mine?
“Stacy, she’s mine? Are you sure?” I asked.
“Of course I’m sure, Jaxon. I always used a condom with everyone but you. She has to be yours.”
“That’s bullshit, Stacy. You were so high most of the time, you have no fucking idea if you used a condom or not.”
She looks just like you Jaxon. I know she’s yours. I have no doubt that she is ours. We made her with our love. How can you deny that?” Stacy pleaded with me.
“I’m sorry Stacy, but I can’t take your word on this. I need a DNA test. If she’s mine, I want to be a part of her life, but we are through. I don’t love you, and I don’t want to be married to you.” I didn’t mean to sound so harsh, but I needed to make her understand. I couldn’t stay married to her even if Jaz was mine.
Jaz was so beautiful, little, and sweet. I would love for her to be mine. I know that would complicate my relationship with Lor, but had always wanted to be a daddy, and Stacy and I tried for so long and it didn’t happen. I was so afraid I couldn’t have kids of my own. I needed this test, I needed to know, and I needed to know as soon as possible.
I couldn’t hold Jaz yet. I didn’t want to have any attachment to her until I knew for sure. “I can call the clinic in town and see when we can schedule a DNA test,” I said.
“It’s not fucking necessary, Jaxon. She’s yours. I know that with all my heart.” Stacy said as she stepped closer to me and tried to put her arms around my neck.
I pushed her back and said, “I want the damn test, Stacy. I’ll call and get it scheduled.”
Stacy nodded and I went back inside and made the call. The clinic said they could see us first thing in the morning and we would have the results in a couple of weeks.
Stacy informed me they were staying in town and she would meet me at the clinic in the morning.
I had to try to fix what I fucked up with Loralei. I didn’t handle any of this well. I should’ve ran after her, but I didn’t. I didn’t do a damn thing to stop her from leaving.
I drove to her house and she wasn’t home. Since she wasn’t there I went to her parents’ house.