telling you. He is the spitting image of Blake.”
“Well, then maybe he’s Joshua’s, because I wore a condom,” I yell.
She withers and folds her arms. “You’re upset.”
“And why the hell do you think that would be?” I yell. “You trick me over here to tell me I have a son I don’t know about.” I shake my head and throw my hands in the air. “I’m fucking thrilled.”
I turn to Joshua. “Do you have something for me to sign or not?”
Joshua shakes his head as he stares at the floor, stunned. He’s as rattled as I am.
I shake my head in disgust. “See you both later.” I walk out and head down to my car in the underground parking lot. The sound of furious blood pumping hard throughout my body is deafening and I rest my head in my hands as I sit in the darkened car, trying desperately to calm down.
When did I meet her in Vegas exactly?
I try to do the math and work backwards. I’ve no idea how long ago it was. Years, I know that much. How will I find out? I think for a moment, but my brain is so rattled, I can’t think straight. I get out my phone and flick through to the advertisement in the classifieds when I was searching for her. The date was 2012. Nearly five years ago, exactly.
I frown. Mother said Ashley’s son was four or five.
I stare into the darkness for a while as I think.
Fuck.
I start my car and slowly drive from the parking lot to end up sitting at the end of the driveway.
What now?
Ashley
I pace in the lounge room as I glance out at the street. Owen, Jenna, and I have just had dinner and I’m wondering if I should call Cameron again. My son is playing Lego in the lounge room and Jenna is reading a book beside him. I feel sick to my stomach.
Why won’t Cameron just call me?
A car pulls up outside the front of the house, and I peer through the sheer curtains to see the familiar Aston Martin parking.
My heart beats faster. Holy hell.
I quickly walk out the back to the lounge room and I tap Jenna on the foot. She looks up from her book.
“He’s here,” I mouth.
Her eyes widen and she bites her bottom lip.
I put my hands over my mouth and walk back out to the front of the house where I peer out through the curtains. Cameron’s just sitting in his car.
Shit, what should I do?
I stand for a moment as I try to calm down, only for him to climb out of the car, slamming the door as he does. Before I know it, I’ve opened the front door and he is standing at the bottom of the steps.
Our eyes meet and regret kicks me hard.
He frowns in pain. “Is he mine?” he whispers.
I nod as tears fill my eyes. “Yes.”
He stares at me blankly.
“We need to talk, Cam,” I whisper.
“I have nothing to say to you.”
My breath catches, and the screen door slams shut behind me. I turn to see Owen walk out. My eyes turn to Cameron and his face drops in horror.
Owen is the image of his father. The same dark hair with a curl. Same eyes. Same skin.
I rub the top of Owen’s head. “Owen, baby. I’d like you to meet my friend.”
Owen smiles up at Cameron.
“This is Cameron.”
“Hello, Cameron.” Owen smiles happily and reaches up to shake Cameron’s hand, Cameron fights tears as he takes his hand and shakes it.
“Hello, Owen,” he whispers.
The lump in my throat nearly chokes me.
The door slams again and Jenna appears with the car keys in her hand. “I’m going to take Owen for an ice cream,” she announces.
Cameron’s eyes are fixed firmly on the steps in front of him, he’s in shock.
“Jenna, this is Cameron,” I murmur.
“Hi, Cameron.” She smiles sympathetically.
“Hello,” he answers robotically without looking up.
I kiss Owen before he and Jenna get into the car and drive away.
“Come in. Please. We need to talk.”
His eyes finally rise to meet mine, but this time they flash with fury and I’m a little scared to be alone with him.
He walks into the house and I follow as h
e takes his place in the lounge room.
“Start fucking talking,” he orders quietly.
I shake my head as tears of despair fill my eyes. “I don’t even know where to start,” I whisper.
“How about at the beginning?” He growls.
I jump at his tone. “Don’t be angry,” I whisper.
“Don’t