“You’re going to be the best father,” he says, grabbing my head and kissing me right where the cross is. “The best of the best.”
“Can we see them?” Emily's mother, Dora, looks at me as she holds my mother by the shoulders, both in tears.
“Yeah, just the parents for now.” I look at everyone. “Then I’ll see if I can bring him out.”
I’m walking with my father as my mother and Dora walk down the hallway. “Where are Kallie and Beau?” I ask, looking at them standing there hugging. “You guys,” I tell them. “Come on.”
“Oh, no,” Kallie says, never overstepping as always. “It’s good.”
“Beau,” I tell him, and he just nods at me and brings Kallie with him. She holds my hand, and I look down at her, the tears running down her face.
“I’m so proud of you,” she says, hugging me now, and when we walk into the room, my eyes automatically do a sweep to make sure I see both of them there.
My mother hands the baby to Dora, and then Emily looks at me almost as if she wants to sleep. “You ready, Daddy?” she says to me, and I just smile at her.
“What’s the baby’s name?” Dora asks. I look at Emily, and she nods her head.
“Well,” I say, walking over to Dora as she hands me my son. “It gives me the greatest honor to introduce you to Gabriel McIntyre,” I say, and it’s my father who now has to be held up. He puts his hands in front of his mouth and sobs. I walk to him and then Kallie, who is equally sobbing. “Guys, meet your grandson Gabriel.”
ONE WEEK LATER
I put the truck in park right by the curb and get out, grabbing the white papers in my hands. I walk through the grass and stop when I get to where I want to be. I look down, seeing pink flowers, and I laugh.
“We’ve never met,” I say. “And you don’t know me, but you sent me a gift on my twenty-first birthday.” I swallow, holding the white papers up and then taking a lighter out and lighting them on fire. “For the longest time, I thought about the reason you sent them. I kept going over and over it in my head, and there was nothing that I could think of that would make this a good thing. Then I met my biological father, and I knew then that you did it out of spite. You did it because you are just a horrible fucking person. I don’t know what you wanted to achieve with them, and I don’t give a fuck. What you didn’t do is you couldn’t break the bond or the love that I have with my family. You rocked the foundation there for a bit, but what you weren’t expecting is for us to build it back up stronger and better.” I look at the sky as the papers turn to black ash. “I have a son, and I’m going to raise him the same way my father raised me. Love, respect, and dignity, something you don’t know anything about. I hope you are rotting in fucking hell, old man,” I say, placing the papers down in front of the tombstone that reads.
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Chapter One
Candace
“Aaron, please explain to me how you ended up ‘balls deep’ in the Stanley Cup?” You fucking idiot, I say in my head instead of out loud, pinching the bridge of my nose as I lean back in my chair.
I close my eyes as I listen to him. “Can.” He groans my nickname. “It was a private party. I’m allowed to be naked at my house. Fuck, I just won the Stanley Cup,” he snaps.
“There were over one hundred people there. Did you know all one hundred?” I ask but then don’t wait for an answer before I continue. “I wake up this morning to phone notifications through the roof, and then I open it, and there you are. Swinging your dick like you’re fucking Tarzan.”
“You looked at my dick?” He chuckles, and now it’s my turn to groan. “I always thought you liked me. But now that you see I’m a shower and a grower…?”
“Can you for one second shut up?” I ask, trying to stay professional by not telling him that I wouldn’t touch him with a ten-foot pole. “How do you want me to spin this?”
“How about you say that I was celebrating on my own private property, and that being said, I was having fun.” He almost groans out. “It’s not that big of a deal.”
“Actually,” I start. “It’s a huge deal, considering we spent the past year pushing you as a family man.”
“How do you think I got the family?” He laughs at his stupid joke, and I know that this conversation isn’t going nowhere.
“Auntie Can!” Hearing my name, I look up from my laptop toward the doorway and see my three-year-old niece, Zoey, running toward me. She climbs onto my lap, and I kiss her head as she leans forward to grab the pen next to my agenda. I reach for her book and open it so she can doodle on it.
I hang up with Aaron and look at my niece. “Don’t ever date hockey players,”
