Are You my Father?

"I'm your... daughter"
My mom died when I was 10, I was put into foster care. I finally found my dad, but what happens if he doesn't want me?


37. Chapter 35



  I was planning on giving Emily the ring tonight...but I got a little nervous. What if she didn't say yes?! What if she didn't want to?! What if she left again...? What if she turned into a bunny and hopped away with a carrot?! I didn't know! I woke up that morning feeling completely stupid! Turning to the side I noticed that she wasn't in the bed with me still. I sat up, looking around the room with squinted, tired eyes. The deep red room was barley lite by the light coming in through the cracks in the curtains. Nobody was there. I got up and checked in the bathroom. Empty. Closet. Empty. I shook my head, grabbed some sweatpants and threw them on. I walked down the stairs to find her sitting at the counter. She had a Starbucks coffee in one hand and a tablet in the other. She was scrolling through a book while taking small sips of her drink. Her hair was up in a straight pony tail (cause she straightened it), she had on one of my letterman jackets that was too big for her, and grey yoga pants that had a little bit of light green on the bottom. The car keys to my Aston Martin sat beside her. Her headphones were in. I saw her flip back to her music page. 'Story of my Life' was playing. A smile flew across my face. That was always her favorite song by us. Walking down the rest of the stairs I came up behind her and placed my hands on her shoulders.

   "Morning," I whispered into her ear. I heard her laughing lightly and saw her smile.

   "Morning babe," Her soft voice came out. I turned her round in her chair and gently kissed her lips. We had gotten back into the dating ways...except she had already moved in. I smiled and pulled back. Walking into the kitchen I took out some stuff for breakfast. Emily turned back to her book, and took one headphone out. I started making the batter for the waffles. After that was done I plugged in the cooker and poured some batter into it. I went over and was reading over her shoulder with my head nuzzled into the crook of her neck. She was smiling, as was I the entire time. I just started to smell something burning when Liam came racing down the steps. It seemed like he took two steps and jumped the rest of the way towards the kitchen. He skidded across the counter beside us and opened the cooker. He flipped the burnt waffles out of the cooker and unplugged it. We were staring at him the entire time. He leaned against the counter and pretended to wipe sweat from his forehead.

   He sighed before saying, "That was a close one," He winked and sat on Lily's timeout chair in the corner of the room. I looked down at Emily's face to see her reaction. She was speechless for a second, then quickly broke into laughter. Her head was rested against the counter as she continued. We all started laughing also. Finally her head came back up.

   "Let's just get breakfast," She suggested. We all nodded and piled into my car. We got McDonald's and brought it back home for everybody. As we walked in Emily went up the opposite stairs to give the kids their breakfast while Liam and I went into the living room. We stopped dead in our tracks at what we saw there...


   I heard the front door shut as I pulled my wet hair into a ponytail. I slipped on a black sweater with a silver bow on the front, and I pulled on British flag tights. I applied my make-up and grabbed my phone while heading down the stairs. I sat on the couch until I heard a knock on the door. Standing I walked over to the door and opened it. My brow creased as I saw a lady and what looked to be her son.

   "May I help you?" I asked them. The lady looked at her son, then back up at me.

   "Is Zayn Malik here?" She asked.

   "He left just a bit ago, but he should be back soon. Why don't you come in?" I asked and opened the door wider. They nodded and entered the house. I lead them to the living room and we sat down. "May I ask what you need him for?" I asked leaning forward in my seat. The lady again looked at her son. Her eyes locked with mine before she said anything.

   "I'm Nora. I was one of Zayn's old hookups..." My breath hitched.

   "A-And th-this is h-his..." She nodded and looked at the boy. He looked round my age.

   "I'm Kale, I'm 15," He finally spoke. I nodded, speechless with my eyes wide and jaw gaping. The lady took in a shaky breath.

   "You aren't his...wife...are you?" She asked. I shook my head.

   "I'm his...daughter Rose..." I said. She tensed.

   "He has a wife then?" I shook my head again. Without saying anything else I got up and walked to my room. A few minutes later I heard someone come in. My mom handed me McDonald's and walked out the door.

   "My dad's an idiot!" I yelled. I heard her pause in the hallway before walking down the stairs.


   What the hell was going on?! I walked into the living room to see Zayn standing there talking to two people. Liam was nowhere in sight. One was a woman that looked bout my age, and the other was a boy that looked round Rose's age. A confused look came across my face as I leaned against the door frame and folded my arms across my chest. The lady noticed me first.

   "Oh my God Rose...I'm so sorry that you had to be the first to know..." She was in tears. I didn't correct her...I wanted to see what she was gonna say. Zayn turned to look at me. His eyes got wide as he realized I wasn't Rose. I lifted my eyebrows at him and gave him a look of, 'Don't say anything,'. He seemed too frozen to speak. I turned my attention back to the lady who was still rambling. "I didn't know that you were his daughter...I thought you were Liam's new wife! But on the bright side you have a brother!" She tried to smile. Zayn looked like she had already told him what was going on. I smiled at her and turned to Zayn. The boy had stayed quiet the entire time. Zayn started talking.

   "I'm sorry...I...I don't know what I was thinking! I didn't mean to cheat all those years ago...I really didn't," He whispered that last part. Everything finally clicked. He had cheated on me 15 years ago! Ya I had left him...but he cheated! That means that he had sex with this lady before I had left! he should feel bad...not me! My face got hard, but then I turned and smiled at the lady.

   "Thank you...but I'm not Rose," I grinned bigger. The forced smile totally looked fake and I could tell. Her face dropped as she realized I wasn't who she thought I was. My accent registered with her.

   "I-I'm is my son K-Kale...h-he's 15..." She stuttered out.I smiled and shook hands with her and waved and actually smiled to Kale. It wasn't their fault...

   "Emily," I spoke. "Well I was gonna ask why my daughter was screaming her dad was an idiot...but...I think I understand. I think I might just go join her..." With that I smiled at the visitors again, smirked at Zayn, walked through the door almost running into Liam who had a sad expression on his face, gave him a light hug, and walked upstairs. Why was it that when more people came into the family...we fell farther apart?....

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