A/N: Drama time!
Johnny and Whatsername are having their 'reunion lunch' and yes, her name is Naomi, after Rebecca Naomi Jones, who plays Whatsername in the play.
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Whatsername took a deep breath. She still hadn't said anything to Johnny; she was planning on telling him today at lunch. She was nervous how he would take the news, but she knew it had to be done . . .
Johnny made his way up the stairs and stood nervously in front of the door. They had decided to take a walk through the park. Johnny noticed that she seemed slightly nervous while talking to him on the phone, but when he asked if anything was wrong, she brushed it off. She said that there was something she needed to tell him, but she would do it later, when they met for lunch. He knocked and the door, and soon saw her standing there, with the same nervous face to match her voice.
"Hey," he greeted her. "Are you ready to go?"
"Yes, just hold on one second," she said. Then he heard a quiet voice come from behind her.
"Who's that, Momma?" it asked. She turned around to face the little girl standing behind her.
"Come here, Sweetie. I want you to meet someone," she said. The little girl slowly walked over to her mother, who pulled her up into her arms. "Gloria, this is my friend, Johnny. Johnny, this is Gloria, my daughter." Johnny was shocked. He didn't know she had a daughter, and she looked like she couldn't be older than four . . .
"Hi, Gloria," he said, smiling. He couldn't help but notice that the little girl's eyes were the same shade of blue as his.
"Hello, Mr. Johnny, sir," the little girl said shyly. Johnny and Whatsername both laughed. The girl turned to look at her mother. "Momma, are we still going to the park today?"
"Yes, Sweetie, we are," she reassured. She looked at Johnny. "Do you wanna go now?"
"Yeah, sure," he said. He waited for her to grab her bag and lock the door, then he followed her outside.
The two sat on a park bench while nearby, Gloria ran around with the other kids in the playground.
"So, is this what you wanted to tell me?" Johnny asked. She took a deep breath before answering.
"Yes," she said.
"How old is she?" She didn't answer him right away.
"Four," she told him finally.
"Is . . . Is she . . ."
"Yes," she said. She knew what he was going to ask. Is she mine?
"Why didn't you say anything? You know, before?" he asked, looking somewhat hurt by the secret.
"I didn't find out until after you left. And by then you had already left the city." They sat there in silence for a moment, watching their daughter run around happily.
"Naomi," Johnny said.
"Yes?" she asked, looking over at him.
"I'm sorry. That I wasn't there. I should've helped."
"It's not your fault," she cut in. "You didn't know."
"But if I hadn't acted the way I did before, maybe I-"
"Johnny, look at me," she said firmly. He looked over to meet her eyes. "You're here now," she said. "That's what matters." He nodded, and they both turned their attention back to Gloria. "She has your eyes," she remarked.
"Are we going to tell her?" he asked. She looked slightly nervous and unsure.
"Well . . . I want to, but, it depends," she said.
"Depends on what?" he asked her. She turned to meet his eyes.
"On whether or not you want to be there," she told him.
"He looked her straight in the eye and said, "I want that more than anything." She smiled, and he could clearly see the relief and joy on her face. He put a comforting arm around her shoulders and looked back to see his daughter smiling and running towards them.
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