Behind him, Jess appeared. She froze on the path, mouth falling open.
“Danny?
What are you—?”
I forced a smile so tight it hurt.
“Come in.
You’re just in time.”
The three of us sat at that table, Lily gleeful and clueless, piling mashed potatoes on her plate.
“This is the best surprise ever,” she squealed.
Adam was sweating.
Jess wouldn’t meet my eyes. I filled their wine glasses to the brim.
“So,” I said, voice smooth, “been a while. Been busy?”
Adam muttered something about work.
I nodded.
“Not too busy to stop by here, I hear.
Chocolates. Tea parties.
Family dinners. Bonding time.”
Jess cut in, voice trembling.
“He just visited once or twice.
Lily likes company—”
“Three times,” Adam mumbled, eyes low.
“Right,” I said.
“Three times. No big deal.
Just a guy dropping in to see his daughter.”
And then I turned to Lily.
“Hey, sweetheart, who’s Adam?”
She beamed.
“He’s my real daddy!”
Jess gasped. Adam dropped his fork.
Silence.
Then came the excuses.
“We were going to tell you,” Adam said.
“We didn’t know how,” Jess whispered.
I leaned back.
“When would’ve been the right time?
After her first bike ride?
Her first nightmare? Maybe on her sixth birthday, when you two would’ve toasted over cake?”
They didn’t answer.
Adam stood, hands raised. “I just wanted to be there for her.”
“For your daughter?” I said coldly.
“The one I raised?
The one with my last name? My bedtime stories?”
Jess’s voice cracked.
“I was scared. You loved her so much.
I didn’t want to take that away.”
“You already did,” I said, standing.
They both stared at me.
“You have ten minutes,” I told them.
“Pack your things. Get out of my house.”
Jess gasped.
“Danny, you can’t—”
“I can.
And I am.”
Lily looked confused.
“Daddy?”
I knelt beside her.
“I love you. I’m not going anywhere. You’re my girl.
Forever.”
She nodded and curled into my arms.
They left in silence.
I didn’t watch. I just held her until the door clicked shut behind them.
The next day, I filed for divorce.
There wasn’t much to say.
Jess didn’t fight it.
Adam tried to reach out. I blocked him.
We started paternity testing, but honestly, it didn’t matter.
Lily’s mine.
Not because of DNA. Because I was there. I am there.
I always will be.
That night, as I tucked her in, she looked up at me and whispered, “I don’t want to play that game again.”
I kissed her forehead.
“You never will.”
She paused, tiny fingers curling around mine.
“Are you still my real daddy?”
I didn’t even blink.
“I always have been. I always will be.”
And she smiled—because she believed me.
Because it was true.
