Chapter 11
AIDEN
Gia was my daughter. I knew it
When I drove all the way from my place to this bakery, I was only hoping to meet Freya. I could imagine the shock on her face when she would find me there. But what I could never imagine was that I would end up being the one to be surprised.
Freya was stunned to see me in front of her. I didn’t know when I had given her the impression that the night of the party was the last time we
Uld meet. I had no intention of letting go whatsoever. She ran away once. There won’t be a second time.
But then Gia walked in, more like sprinted in. That face, I was taken aback, She looked so much like me and I couldn’t shake this feeling off. She was around four or five, that’s what Cillian had told me.
Fuck. I should have asked him to dig deeper. That way I wouldn’t be speeding back to my office to figure things out. I wanted to respect her privacy. I thought I would learn the rest from Freya herself. But it seemed she was trying to hide a lot from me. She was worried I would catch a hint, her stiff posture, frequent swallowing told a lot
The second 1 had mentally connected the dots, I couldn’t wait to get into my car and drive back. Luckily my face gave nothing away. Thanks to years of practice. I knew to hide my emotions and regulate them.
Before anything I wanted to authenticate my assumptions. But I was lost on what would happen if it was true. I didn’t know what I was gonna do. Fuck! Okay. First things first.
“What’s the matter brother? I see you have been needing my help quite often, huh?” Smugness dripped from his words. If he was gonna ask for my Aston Martin, I would burn that car down with him inside of it
“Don’t give me shit. I scowled at him.
“I didn’t imagine it would be so much fun watching you thrown off balance by a single woman. I really need to see her, man!” I wanted to strangle the amusement right out of him but refrained because in my current predicament I needed him.
“I may have a daughter.”
That might have not been the most appropriate first statement, probably a little too direct for someone to grasp but I was in no mood to offer an
elaborate context.
“Woah! Okay,” Cillian pulled one hand out of his pocket and rubbed his jaw in deliberation. He grabbed a seat in front of me. “I think you’re really stressed about something. You can tell me. I’m all ears.”
He thought I was spiraling. Well, I was definitely close to it
“I think I have a daughter and 1 need to make sure I’m not wrong.
He blinked. Fucking blinked! Twice, before letting out a disbelieving chuckle You “think you have a daughter?”
Didn’t I just say that more than once in all but a minute I nodded regardless. He stared at my face with a thoughtful look on his. That’s putting it mildly. Cillian looked like he was trying to figure out which wire had gone loose.
“Hey, do you wanna get a few drinks with me, to relax or something?”
I clicked my tongue in pure irritation. “Cillian.”
“Your mind is obviously not functioning. Or you probably skipped your biology lessons. Is that it? Because you can’t have a daughter when the only thing you have fucked in years is your hand,”
This was a bad idea. Calling Cilian was a bad idea. We were on the seventeenth floor of the building. Should 1 just throw him down? He obviously felt the need to state the obvious,
But I kind of understood the incredulousness of the situation. I was somewhat celebate all these years and now suddenly I was claiming to have a kid. That’s wild, I agree.
I pinched the bridge of my nose and muttered. “Freya’s daughter. She’s probably mine?
Silence stretched for about two seconds. A look of realization flashed in his eyes.
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“No way!”
I shrugged before leaning back in my seat. “She looks a lot like me?”
Cillian stared at my face for just another moment before rushing out to grab his laptop. He came right back in and sat down on the worked on n. 1 uied thinking of the consequent steps, how it was supposed to go but my mind was all over the place.
e sola. As be
A few minutes in and “When did you guys bang
Yeah. That was the most proper language one could expect from my brother,
“August, six years back.” Hilarious. Goz‘ earlier I never used to remember the names of the women I had sex with much less the fucking month. I even remembered the exact date. 19th August. But I would rather loose my entire fucking business than tell Cillian that. He wouldn’t let me hear the end of it. As it is he was finding a lot of amusement in this whole thing.
“Yep, April baby.” I blinked. That was fast, I was most definitely losing it. Because I should be freaking out at the fact that my assumption was correct. Instead I was praising his tech skills.
I stood up and walked to the sofa. I needed to get a look myself. I mean this news was a bit hard to digest.
“Fuck, dude! You have a kid.”
He chuckled, half stunned, half amused by the drastic turn of events. I dragged a hand down my face.
“She kept my daughter from me.” I gritted in a low voice. The last thing I wanted was the whole office to learn about it. A new topic to gossip about.
“Yeah-
“Why Why the fuck would she not tell me. I knew nothing about Freya but she did. She knew where I lived. She could’ve easily reached out” 1 wanted to smash something so bad. All these years I had a daughter and I didn’t know her. She has developed her senses and had probably accepted the fact that her father wasn’t in their lives
What did Gia know about me? She must have asked about me in these years. What had Freya possibly told her? Was I the bad guy in her story! Wanted nothing to do with her and shit. Fuck! Just thinking about it made me sick.
“What are you gonna do now? That was by far the most serious I had ever heard Cillian be
I closed my eyes and muttered under my breath. “I don’t fucking know that”
“Did you talk to her? Gia?”
I nodded, replaying the moment from my earlier visit to Meringue. Big doe eyes, soft brown hair tied up in tiny neat pigtails. “She’s beautiful.”
“Yeah. She i”
“Should’ve seen her picture first. Would have saved me all the effort. No doubt she’s yours,” I looked back to find him zooming into a photo of Cia on Freya’s Instagram handle. Gia looked exactly like me. She was holding an ice cream cone and smiling wide, a bit of that pink cream on her
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Seems like Freya and I were meeting sooner than I thought,
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