Chapter 11
Wendy's POV
Kyle and I are in his car making out. I pull away from him and sigh. "Are you sure you don't want to do this together?" Kyle asks me. He's referring to telling Stan the truth.
I shake my head. "It's only right that I tell him first."
"You nervous?"
"Yes and no." I sigh again. "Might as well get this over with. I'll text you when I'm ready for you two to come in." Leah is in the car with us.
"Good luck baby." He kisses me on the cheek.
"Thank you!" I give him one more kiss before going in the house. As soon as I walk in, I see Stan sitting on the couch watching tv. He looks at me.
"Hey…" He says.
"Hey…we need to talk."
He turns off the tv. "Oh good, I want to talk to you too."
"I think you should let me go first."
"Fine, but before you start, where's Leah?"
"With a friend, she'll be here soon."
He raises his eyebrow. "What friend? With Nichole again?"
"Can you please let me talk? It will explain everything."
He nods. "Fine, go ahead."
"There really isn't an easy way to say this, so I'll just say it. I'm in love with someone else…"
"I knew it…" I honestly can't tell if he's hurt, angry, or both.
"You did?"
"I had a feeling you didn't find me attractive anymore. I just didn't think it was because you fell in love with someone."
"I'm sorry. It just happened."
"How long have you been seeing him?"
"For over a year now."
His eyes widen. "You started seeing him while you were pregnant?"
"Before that…"
"Wendy…I don't like where this is going."
I look down. "You're really going to hate this part. Leah isn't yours, she's the other guy's daughter."
He stands up. "Are you fucking kidding me? How long have you known this?"
I look up at him and start to back away. "The whole time…"
Now I can see that he's angry. "You let me believe that Leah is my daughter? I bonded with her! I love her more than anything!"
"I'm so sorry Stan!"
"Who the fuck is this guy? I want to know his name now!"
"In a few minutes." I grab my phone and text Kyle to come to the door.
"Are you seriously texting right now?" He tries to take my phone, but I pull away from him.
"There's a reason for that." Just then, the doorbell rings. "I'll get it!"
"Is that him? I'll fucking get it!" He pushes me out of the way.
"Stan, please!"
He opens the door and looks shocked to see Kyle and Leah. "Kyle? What are you doing here? Why are you my…why are you with Leah?"
"Come in Kyle." I glare at Stan. "We don't need our neighbors to hear our dirty laundry!" Kyle comes in and Stan closes the door. I take Leah from Kyle and sit down on the couch.
"Why is Kyle here?" Stan asks.
"Stan, please sit down…"
"Wait!" He looks back and forth between me, Kyle, and Leah. "Are you trying to tell me Kyle is other guy?"
"I'm so sorry Stan." I try to hug him, but he pushes my arms away.
"Don't fucking touch me!" I notice he's tearing up. "Wow, my wife and my best friend." He looks at Kyle and then at Leah. "I don't know how I missed this. Now the red hair and green eyes makes sense!" He glares at me. "You said she inherited that from your dad!"
"I didn't want you to be suspicious!"
"What was your goal? You wanted me to bond with Leah, love her, and then snatch her away by letting me know she's not mine?"
I shake my head. "We originally never planned to tell you. Kyle and I knew you wanted a baby as much as I did. We knew how hurt you would be if you knew the truth, so we let you think it was your baby."
"But once Leah was here and I held her, it became harder and harder for me just to be known as her godfather. I want to be her father." Kyle adds in.
"Meanwhile, my heart is broken…" Stan looks down.
"I'm so sorry Stan. I never wanted to hurt you. This is why I didn't let you hold Leah. After you left the hospital to get high, Kyle didn't want you caring for her and I agreed." I explain to him.
He looks at me and I can see the anger in his eyes. "So you were purposely not letting me hold her! I knew there was no way that I was that high to the point where I forgot! How dare you!"
"You were still getting high after you promised to stop!"
He shakes head. "NO! You're NOT going to make me the bad guy! Not after you've lied to me all this time! You wanted me to raise a child that you knew wasn't mine!" He looks at Leah and starts crying. "I've lost my wife and my daughter…"
Kyle puts his hand on Stan's shoulder. "Hey bud, I know you're hurting. We're going to help you get through this."
"What?"
"We're here for you. That won't change. I promise you it's not the end of world. You'll find someone and maybe you will end up with a child."
"I can't believe this…"
"I know you're still in shock, but you'll get through this. Not only do you have Wendy and me, but you also have Kenny. You can always talk to him."
"I have to get out of here!" He tries to head for the door, but Kyle stops him.
"Getting high isn't going to change anything. You know that, right?"
"I know…I just…" At this point his sobbing. I feel so terrible that this had to happen.
"I know, dude. It's going to be okay. Can I have a hug?" Kyle extends his arms to hug. Stan looks like he's going to hug him, but instead he ends up punching him. "Fuck!" Kyle yells out as he covers his nose.
"Kyle, please don't hit him back!" I beg him. Stan may have sucker punched him, but I know that Kyle is the stronger of the two and could really hurt Stan.
"I'm not, but fuck!" He moves his hand and looks at it. "My nose is bleeding!"
"You deserve more than that!" Stan tries to get closer to him, but I stand in between them.
"Stop it Stan! You've done enough!"
"How could you Kyle? You were more than my best friend, you were my brother! I'll admit, I was a little jealous of you. You had it all! You're tall, smart, athletic, and have perfect teeth! When we were kids, all the girls wanted you! You could've had any woman you wanted! Why my wife?" Wow, I feel bad hearing him admit this…
"We didn't mean for this to happen, it just did. I'm so sorry."
"You we're going to let me raise a child that isn't mine! It hurts me that you could betray me like this! You're a piece of shit!" He reaches around me and punches Kyle again.
"Okay Stan, I let you get away with the first hot, I'm not going to be your punching bag!"
"SHUT UP! You're lucky I don't fucking kill you!"
"Stan, I'm the one you should be angry with, not Kyle! I'm your wife! I'm the one who's obligated to be faithful!"
Stan glares at me. "You're fucking trash too! I'll never forgive either of you for this!"
"Can we talk about this some more?"
"Fuck you! There's nothing else to talk about!"
"Come on Stan, we need to talk about this like adults!" Kyle tells him, but Stan ignores him and storms out.
"Well that went well!" Kyle says as he sits down on the couch, still covering his nose.
"Are you okay?"
He nods. "I'm fine, are YOU okay? I know that was hard for you."
"Yeah, but I feel bad for Stan. I've never seen him so angry."
"Me either. I'll give him some space before I try to talk to him again."
"I agree. I'll get you a rag for your nose…" I give him a kiss on the forehead. I let out a sigh of relief now that the truth is out. What happens next?
