Chapter 29: Then Comes Unexpected Guests
I was beginning to feel more uncomfortable with the idea of meeting Quinton again now that I was aware that he was my father. The last time I had seen him I had only known him as Tristan’s dad and that made it so much easier, but now it would be like I was meeting my father for the first time. Actually meeting him.
It had been two days since I had spoken to Tristan and mentioned the idea of us having a sit down with Quinton together. He did all of the planning and we were supposed to meet at Tristan’s bachelor pad to talk. There was no dinner involved, it was just strictly talking. I had so many questions and what I really needed was to face this head on instead of continuing to avoid it.
I was already sitting on the couch in Tristan’s living room, my feet tucked under my butt as I stared at the floor quietly. There was a mess of thoughts going through my head and any minute now Quinton would be knocking on that door, then I wouldn’t be able to hide from this anymore.
Matt offered to come with me but I said no, insisting that it was something that I needed to do with only Tristan. Truthfully I couldn’t handle being around Matt right now. This was a big step for me and we haven’t exactly been the same after the decision I had been made aware of two days prior, not to mention Matt had allowed Quinton to meet me already once before.
“You sure you’re ready for this?” Tristan asked me, seeming hesitant suddenly. He stood behind the island in the kitchen that was connected to the living room, the entire pad was open concept but very large.
I nodded my head but the hesitation I felt probably showed on the outside as well, I was extremely nervous but having Tristan here helped.
“It’ll be okay, Allison. If things get too crazy just say so and I’ll get him out, okay?” Tristan assured me.
I looked up at him and smiled a little, “Thank you for being so great about all of this. Having your comfort throughout all of this really helps.”
He held his index finger to his lips and shushed me, “Don’t make me sound so soft.”
Oh, but Tristan is far more soft than he would ever admit. He always showed a rough exterior but when he was passionate about something and cared, he was the most gentle human being I’ve ever met.
“I can’t make it up if it’s the truth,” I teased him, noticing him instantly rolling his eyes at me.
He didn’t get a chance to reply before a knock came on the door which caused me to jump slightly. Quinton was here. This was it, there was no turning back now. Tristan looked at me to confirm that it was okay for him to get the door and I nodded my head.
The last time I met Quinton it went well, of course the circumstances were very different but I could get through this because Tristan was here with me and I trusted him.
I watched as he walked out of the room to get the door, I could hear some muffled chatter along with the sound of my heart pounding in my chest. Suddenly I felt nauseous and anxious, as I calmed my breaths I settled my hands in my lap and waited for Tristan to walk back in with Quinton.
A moment later Tristan walked in first and Quinton was stalking behind him, “Dad, you’ve already met Allison.”
“I have,” Quinton answered quickly, a smile on his face, “I’m so happy you decided to see me again.”
I nodded slowly, staring at him more than I’d like to. This man standing in front of me is my father. My real father. His hair was light, similar to mine but a decent amount of grey going through it at this point. Green eyes, like mine. My mom’s are hazel, Patrick’s brown so I always had assumed that I just had my own character trait.
It was something like looking at an older version of Tristan.
“You look so much like your sister,” Quinton said suddenly.
“My... My sister?” I stuttered, having been taken off guard. I wasn’t used to all of this, having another brother and then a sister on top of that. A sister I would never meet.
“Dad, take it easy on her, okay?” Tristan asked him as he sat down beside me and motioned for Quinton to sit on the couch across from us.
Quinton nodded slowly, “I’m sorry, it’s just very surprising for me.”
As Quinton sat down, the room fell into an uncomfortable silence and I took a deep breath before speaking up, “Did you know about me?”
Quinton looked to Tristan, his mouth gaped slightly in surprised as though he were looking to his son for help. Tristan urged him to continue, waving his hands slightly, “Well, answer her question.”
“Well, no...” Quinton cleared his throat, seeming extremely uncomfortable but he held his head high and continued anyway, “I did however know that your mother was pregnant but I... I didn’t know that she kept you, I mean...”
“Kept me?” I asked.
At the same time Tristan asked in an overly annoyed tone, “Why wouldn’t her mother keep her, dad?”
“Because I...” Quinton shook his head, seemingly extremely overwhelmed by this conversation. He rested his elbows on his knees and sighed softly, “Allison, I’m so sorry. I had originally told her to get an abortion but at the time I was in a really bad place.”
“You what?!” Tristan raised his voice, he seemed more angry than I was at this point, “What the fuck, dad? Why would you--”
“I had just lost Tanya, my relationship with Joanne was purely a grieving relationship. Tristan, son, you remember how terrible that time was for us... I was a bad father. I couldn’t even take care of you and your sister,” Quinton stated, his voice shaky and emotional, “I was a drunk who couldn’t handle any responsibility at the time, so I tried to ignore everything around me in attempt to forget that I lost my wife.”
Tristan had no become quiet as though he were thinking back and reflecting on the memory. He seemed pained by it.
I placed my hand on Tristan’s arm and looked at Quinton again, “So you’re better now?”
He quickly nodded in response, “I am. I’m so much better and I’m happy that your mother didn’t listen to me. I thought about what I said to her when I became sober and I struggled with the thought of what I did... Or, what I told her to do.”
He seemed so genuine and pained as he spoke, like he was actually beating himself up over what happened so long ago. I could see how badly he was trying, how much he wanted me to be a part of his life. I wanted to be a part of his life too, not matter how hard I tried to be resistant all I’ve ever wanted to be wanted and I now have a dad who wants me.
“People make mistakes, right?” I smiled slowly at him, seeing an emotion of relief rush to his face, “Quinton, me of all shouldn’t be one to judge and... I uh, well I’d really like to get to know you better.”
“Really?” Quinton seemed surprised but quickly recovered by nodding, “Yes. I would like that also.”
I looked over at Tristan who smiled at me as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder, pulling me close to him, “I guess I can kick Matt’s ass for getting my sister pregnant.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, smacking his chest gently. As Quinton cleared his throat he gained both mine and Tristan’s attention before asking, “Do you know what the gender is?”
Shaking my head, I responded and placed a hand on my stomach, “Not yet. I’m only around thirteen weeks.”
“You know, I’ve known Matt most of his life, he’s a great person but I’m sure you already know that,” As he praised Matt all I could do was smile.
A year ago my entire life was simple and now everything was different, upside down even. I wondered if Quinton knew what kind of woman I was and if he’d even be proud to have me as his daughter if he knew that I’m a home wrecker. I already put myself in the position where I child would grow up and see me as that type of woman.
I wanted to be better. I wanted to create a better version of me. I’ve become a different person within the past months, a better person and I was working towards that.
“It went well, huh?” Tristan asked while he was driving me home a few hours later.
I hadn’t driven to his place to begin with, he had picked me up at home and said after our discussion with Quinton that he would bring me back. The conversation had lasted a few hours and though it started out awkward, I felt like by the time Quinton left we had made a lot of progress.
“It went much better than I expected it to,” I admitted. I’m sure that it was easier on Tristan, he knew his dad for his entire life so communication wasn’t an issue for him. “I can’t thank you enough for helping me with this, Tristan. You’re a great brother.”
“You know what else I am?” He asked me with a grin on his face as he pulled onto my street.
I wasn’t sure what to expect from him, “What?”
“A really good godfather,” He explained, not being extremely subtle about his hints.
Clearly Tristan wanted to be the godfather for the baby and I liked the idea, it was sweet. Not only was he Matt’s best friend now, but also my brother. The only problem is that there were a lot of people that Matt and I had to consider for godparents. Tristan, Ryan, Will and Amelia were just the siblings. Personally I didn’t want Amelia to be the godmother anyway. Then there was Amber, my best friend, growing up we always promised to give each other that honor.
Matt and I hadn’t talked about it at all, and letting people down wasn’t something I was a fan of.
“I’ll put in a good word for you,” I teased him, “I think you’d be great. You know, Matt and I haven’t even talked about but you’re a constant in both of our lives.”
“I plan on always being a constant, too. I mean I could drop, Matt. But not my baby sister,” He looked away from the road and shot me a playful wink. It’s been only a few days and I already love having him as my brother, it doesn’t even feel real yet.
I thought I was beginning to see Tristan open up before, but now that we had this bond that we never knew of until recently, now I could already see an even more different side of him.
Tristan turned into our driveway and I looked out the window, noticing that the driveway was empty. Matt wasn’t home, he had earlier mentioned that he was going to see his parents so he obviously wasn’t back yet.
“Thanks for the ride, I’ll talk to you later,” I leaned over and gave Tristan a hug before getting out of his car.
I headed towards the house and as I began to unlock the door, I could hear Tristan’s car driving away. I stepped inside as I pushed the door open, hearing footsteps behind me.
The voice was familiar and as I turned around my thoughts were confirmed, “Kyle? Hey... Wow, it’s been a while. Almost a year.”
I turned the lights on, keeping an eye on Kyle as he walked up the steps, “So it’s true, huh? Allison Prescott living large with none other than Matthew Reid? Nice place.”
“It’s a long story,” I sighed softly, giving him a small smile and stepping aside, “Do you wanna come in? I can make some hot chocolate.”
He seemed hesitant, looking towards the driveway then back at me, “I’m not sure if I should. The last time I visited you your boyfriend kicked me out.”
“Okay, first of all, you were visiting me at work. That was Matt’s house while this is our home,” I began to explain, “Just come on in. Matt’s not one anyway, but as long as he doesn’t catch you pulling condoms out of your pocket like last time, you’ll be safe.”
Kyle chuckled lightly as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him, “He overreacted. I was just making sure I had enough to get me through the weekend.”
“There’s no reasonable explanation,” I narrowed my eyes playfully and led him to the kitchen, setting my purse on the chair. “Anyway, take a seat and I’ll make some hot chocolate.”
“How about a beer?”
“Not for me. I’m pregnant...” I walked to the fridge, taking out a beer for him and setting it on the island as he sat down.
Kyle seemed surprised by my words, opening the beer and taking a long swig, “You’re having a baby? Holy shit, Allison. What’s going on with you?”
“It’s called love, Kyle. And growing up. You should try it,” I teased.
“I’m really happy for you, you deserve the best.”
I leaned against the counter and took a sip of my hot chocolate, smiling at Kyle from over my mug, “That means a lot. Thanks, Kyle. How have you been?”
“Eh... I’ve been okay, the same as usual. You know what’s crazy? When we were in high school I swore that I would never miss those days when I finally graduated,” He bean to explain. Kyle then shook his head, chuckling at his own words, “But here I am now, twenty-one and just wishing I could go back to the days when I had no responsibilities. You know, when the only stress was doing my homework two minutes before class.”
It seemed to me like Kyle was having a mid life crisis and he wasn’t even in the middle of his life yet. I understood him, though. School had always been a huge part of life and moving on was a difficult adjustment.
“I just feel like my life is at a standstill. I want to be doing more with it but nothing is changing,” He motioned towards me, “I mean, look at you. You’re basically all settled down. You have a baby on the way, it’s amazing how far you’ve come, Ali.”
“You think so?” I bit my lip gently, thinking about what Kyle had said. The last time I had seen him I was just a girl working for a rich family, babysitting their son. I barely had enough money to get by, I was irresponsible and uneducated when it came to so many things in life but meeting Matt changed that.
Though this is technically the house he bought, I was working for my own money. I’ve learned to cook and take care of myself along with Thomas. I was going to be a mom by the end of the year, and I was in love for the first time in my life.
There was a high about this feeling that I couldn’t explain, being with Matt and the person he has helped me become, our life together is just more than I could have ever imagined.
We didn’t need to be married to show our love, Matt was right. Why mess with something that is perfectly good? As long as I’m his and he’s mine, there’s nothing that could go wrong.
I heard the sound of keys dropping onto a surface and looked over towards the kitchen doorway to see Matt standing with roses in his hand, his gaze fixated on Kyle.
“Hey,” I smiled at him, standing up straight, “I didn’t hear you come in, this is--”
“I know who he is,” Matt answered, “It’s condom boy.”
Kyle chuckled at Matt’s words before covering it up with a cough, “I’ve never been called that before, but at least you remember me.”
“Didn’t I kick you out of my house the last time? Do you suddenly think I’ve had a change of heart?” Matt asked him before stepping aside, “Get out.”
“Matt,” I was stunned by his behavior, “Don’t be so rude, this is my friend.”
“No, Allison. This is your fuck buddy!” He threw the roses he had in his hands across the kitchen and the petals fell apart, “How disrespectful can you be to allow him in here?”
I fell silent, unsure how to react. I didn’t know whether to cry or be angry with him. My heart shattered any time he yelled at me like that and now he was throwing things?
Roses... that I assume he brought home for me.
“Hey, man. You need to calm down,” Kyle stood up from his chair, standing face to face with Matt.
“Get the fuck out of my house!” Matt raised his voice, pointing towards the front door.
I looked towards Kyle and spoke softly, “Please leave... I’ll message you when the hulk calms down.”
I could hear Matt scoff from besides me and Kyle simply nodded his head, “Okay... I’ll see you later.”
He walked out of the kitchen and when I heard the front door close, I knelt down to the floor and began to pick up the mess of roses scattered everywhere.
“You shouldn’t be around people like him, Allison. It’s degrading to you,” Matt said as he knelt next to me.
“No. Do you know what’s degrading? You treating me like that,” I snapped, continuing to pick up the flowers and finding a card under the petals.
My beautiful Allison,
I’m sorry for being a terrible boyfriend - all I want is to be the best for you, it’s what you deserve.
I love you, baby.
I snorted sarcastically and showed him the card, “And then you come home and do this? You really do suck, Matt.”
He frown, sitting down on the floor completely and furrowing his brows at me, “Why do you think so highly of him? He’s an asshole.”
“You don’t know him.”
“I know more than you think,” He answered.
I looked over at him, confused, “What do you mean?”
Matt shook his head, “Nothing, Allison. Forget it.”
“You know what, Matt? I’m sick and tired of the way you choose to communicate.” I admitted, irritation clear in my voice, “You talk to me with such anger sometimes and it’s hurtful, but I always forgive you because I actually love you.”
“Actually? What do you mean by that? You think I don’t love you?” He asked me, seeming offended.
“I honestly have no idea! But what I do know is that you treated me a hell of a lot better when you were sneaking behind your wife’s back,” I stood up from the floor and covered my face with my hands, taking a deep breath.
Maybe I was wrong to think this was happiness because I had never been in love before but having Matt just storm in here and lash out because one of my friends male were here was ridiculous. It was not only embarrassing but his anger was surprising even to me.
“I don’t like that guy, Allison. He’s a jerk and... I don’t like the way he talks about you.” Matt began to explain suddenly, he stayed on the floor and looked up at me, “That day when I came home to see him taking condoms out of his pockets at my house, he spoke so low of you. You don’t deserve that, baby.”
“What did he say?”
I wasn’t sure what to expect but the look of rage on Matt’s face indicated that whatever Kyle had said was bad. Obviously enough to make Matt as furious as he was with him.
“You don’t need to kno--”
“Oh cut the crap, Matt. Just tell me what he said to you that made you act to irrationally when you noticed that Kyle was here.”
Matt looked away from me, staring blankly at the wall as he answered me, “He said that you were nothing but a girl he could get on top of. That he knew you had a crush on him when you were in high school or something so making you an anytime booty call was easy and that you were basically a whore because you opened your legs faster than he even expected.”
I felt a lump making its way up my throat, feeling nauseous and completely sick to my stomach. I had always known that Kyle was a jerk in high school but I assumed that he changed, that he grew up and became a better person like a lot of people do after graduating. But he didn’t, he was still a jerk and I was a stupid girl that was nothing but another toy on his mattress.
“That’s why I got angry when I walked in here, Allison. You can say that I overreacted, I have a temper, okay? But damn it, I saw him and instantly I remembered when he said those things about you, so I lost it.” Matt finally stood from the floor and turned his body to face me, “I love you. I do. With all of my heart, okay? But being friends with that guy? No, babe. He isn’t a friend. You don’t deserve that shit.”
I couldn’t very well blame Matt for getting angry, though I still think he over reacted a lot I now understood that his heart was in the right place. Kyle had said terrible things, Matt walked in and assumed the worst. All he had seen was the guy that I used to have sex with, he didn’t seen the innocence of the situation at all so he reacted on impulse - the one thing he refused to do.
Perhaps Matt and I brought out the worst in each other but I’ve also learned that we accept each other for what we are. The good and the bad. Unconditionally. He accepts my insecurities and wacked emotions, while I accept his temper and hateful family - though to be fair, my family can be hateful at best too.
“You know, Matt. You do have your faults - few faults at that. Hell, I have my faults, too.” I laughed softly, shaking my head and walking to stop in front of him, “But you have so many more amazing qualities that weigh out those very minor faults.”
“Babe, you don’t have to--”
“Just listen,” I insisted, “Matt, we’re dysfunctional. We are extremely messed up but we balance each other out in the most beautiful way and you understand me and accept me more than anyone I’ve ever known. That’s what I love so much about you, the kind of man you are. You make me feel like I deserve a happy ending.”
Matt moved his hands to my face and looked down at me, “You do deserve a happy ending. More than anyone I know, you have a heart of gold and if anyone deserves a happy ending, it’s you.”
“A heart of gold? Matt, I’m not--”
“Don’t you dare say that you’re not a good person, okay? We both chose each other and that doesn’t make you a bad person or unworthy of happiness,” His forehead leaned against mine and his voice became soft and gentle, speaking with such a loving tone, “I will spend the rest of my life making you happy, I promise. Because you deserve nothing less.”
We had a lot of work to do. There were plenty of things in our relationship that needed fixing, but I was willing to work on it and I knew that he was also. We worked incredibly well together, a perfect team. As long as we could learn to communicate properly with each other, we might just get the happy ending that Matt was talking about.