Title: Bobby's Daughter
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Warnings: Nope.
Notes: Nope.
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"If she didn't tell you, I probably shouldn't," Bobby said, eyes returning to the present moment.
He started to go back toward the car, but I wasn't about to let him.
"Mr. Singer," I said, angrily, "I have every right to know what went on the day I was born. If you don't tell me, I bet I can track down the nurses that helped birth me."
See if he takes the bait.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
"Fine," Bobby sighed, turning toward me. "You really want to know? Fine." He started toward the house at a fast pace and I followed. He went into his office and started shuffling through some papers on his desk.
I stopped at the doorway. "What are you doing," I asked. "I thought it was just a story, not show and tell?"
Finding what he was looking for, he picked it up and shoved it in my direction. I grabbed it before he could take it back. "That was your father," he said.
I scanned over the picture for any resemblance, but there was none. I was Robert Singer's daughter through and through. "I'm lost," I admitted to him, looking up to his anger-mixed-with-sadness face.
"Your mother told me – the day that you were born – that you belonged to him: Eric Ackles. She told me that you weren't my daughter, Sydney. That's why I was never around."
There were a lot of thoughts swimming through my mind, but I had to straighten this out. "But why would she tell me you were my father then?"
Bobby sighed. "I'm sorry to say this about your mom, but she was a bit… loose. Especially around the time I met her."
"You mean you two were a one night stand?"
Bobby nodded, sorrowfully.
"So let me get this right," I started. "My mother tells me that you left us because you 'couldn't handle a child'. I grow up thinking that you were a horrible father because of her. But in reality, she was the one who pushed you away because she wasn't sure of my parentage?"
Bobby nodded, looking away. "Sydney, if I had known I was your dad…"
"How do you know you're my father?"
"When I visited you – the time you were sixteen – I took a bit of your DNA and got it tested."
"You never shared with mom or me?"
"You hated me already and she barely let me see you."
"You only stopped by twice in my whole life!"
"Sydney," my father said, pleadingly, "I stopped by once a month – sometimes more. She never let me in."
Pop References:
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