Ola
As I hang up the phone, I still feel incredibly dizzy, like I'm in some kind of trance. The phrase 'not my dad' keeps echoing around me as I attempt to banish those thoughts and try and assess the situation. Eventually, I regain some sensibility and, with tears running down my cheeks, turn to Jean.
'Why did you get this done?' I ask quietly, anger starting to overrun my short-lived composure. 'Why did you have to do this?!' I demand, forcefully. 'Everything was fine until you came along. It was always just the two of us. Me and Dad. Just us, no one else. We were happy like that. But no, you and Otis march into our lives with a broken sink and changed everything. And at first it was going well, he was happy, me and Otis resolved our differences and that was that. But you went and broke his heart. That was a pretty fucked up thing to do but after it happened, I thought that was the end of it. I thought we had rid ourselves of you. But no, you come waltzing back in with a reason to tie our two families together for life, that stupid baby. And if taking my father away from me wasn't enough, and I don't care whether your intentions were practically holy, you just felt you had to try and prove that I Was his daughter, and in doing so you've done the exact opposite. You had no right to do this. No fucking right.'
Jakob
I arrive at the hospital and walk quickly into the reception. I find out where Jean is being held and head in. As I walk up to the room, I hear Ola practically screaming the words 'You had no right.' I walk in and I see Ola look at me, she gets up and starts crying her eyes out as she hugs me. After what seems like an eternity, she finally lets go and I ask her what's happened. She explains that Jean ordered a paternity test and that it wasn't for Joy, but for her and that I'm not her father.
'So, Joy is mine?' I ask first.
'Yeah, Jean didn't cheat' Ola says. I nod at Jean; I'll have to deal with that later. I turn to Ola and guide her out of the room. We make it to the waiting room, and I sit myself down next to her.
'Listen Ola' I begin. 'Whatever the test proves I don't care. Biological or not, I still raised you as my own and as far as I am concerned you are and always will be my daughter. No stupid test will change that.'
'But' she begins.
'No' I say. 'You are my daughter. And that's final.' She hugs me and for a second, it's like she's my little girl again.
'So, what now?' she asks after she finishes hugging me.
'Shall we go and see your sister?' I suggest.
'That sounds good' she says, the first signs of a smile starting to creep into her face.
'I know our relationship with Jean is fractious at best' I say. 'But she is the mother of my child and your sister, and we can't change that. So please, try and get along.'
'I'll try' Ola says, a mischievous grin appearing on her face.
'That's my girl' I say. This is gonna be one hell of an interesting few years.