Novel Squares
Chapter 51
Chapter 51
“That’s impossible. I exclaimed to Donnie when the reality that I’m her baby’s daddy hit me. The shock rippled throug
me, and disbelief painted my expression as I tried to reconcile the unexpected truth.
Donnie was surprised too as her eyes widened in surprise as the weight of the revelation hung heavily in the air, challenging the assumptions and certainties we had clung to.
“But we were together only once before you left, how come?” I added, the incredulity evident in my voice. The idea that a single encounter could lead to such a profound consequence seemed almost unfathomable. It was so unexpected for me.
Donnie’s gaze mirrored my disbelief, and for a moment, silence lingered as we both made our minds settle with the implications of the news.
“Is that a question that should come from you?” Donnie retorted, annoyance evident in her tone as she shot me a glare. The air crackled with tension as we navigated the uncharted territory of our intertwined pasts. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.
I took a deep breath, recognizing the sensitivity of the situation.
“Donnie, we need to talk about what happened and why you had to leave, I urged, attempting to address the situations and secrets that had remained veiled for far too long.
She sighed, a blend of resignation and reluctance coloring her expression.
“It’s not that complicated, Alpha Carlyle. The circumstances back then were not ideal, and I had to make a choice. You hated me so much after that night and I could only leave.”
I nodded, acknowledging what she meant even though it wasn’t true. I didn’t hate her back then, nor do I like her. But I never knew or thought that she could have a child for me.
“I get that it was a difficult time, but keeping Mason’s paternity a secret – that’s a big thing. Why didn’t you tell me?”
Her eyes softened, revealing the vulnerability beneath her tough exterior.
“At the time, I thought it was the best decision for everyone involved. Mason was my priority back then even though he was unborn, and I didn’t want to disrupt his life. I wanted to be a part of his life. I was scared you would only want me for the pregnancy and after giving birth to Mason, you’ll
away with me after taking the baby away from me.”
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Donnie’s explanation hung in the air, a bittersweet melody of regret and vulnerability. Her words, while revealing the depth of her maternal devotion, also exposed the wounds of past insecurities. As she spoke of her fear, a sense of profound hurt welled up within me, echoing in the chambers of my heart.
The admission that she doubted my intentions during her pregnancy cut through me, inflicting a pain that went beyond the revelation of Mason’s paternity. The idea that she had carried this fear, that she questioned my commitment to her and our unborn child, felt like a betrayal that ran deep.
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The hurt simmered beneath the surface, a complex amalgamation of emotions that played out in the shadow of unspoken fears and misunderstandings. It was not just the acknowledgment of her apprehensions but the realization that this fear had influenced her choices, shaping the trajectory of our shared history.
In that poignant moment, the hurt resonated as a silent ache, aching for a time when trust seemed shattered and the promise of a united family appeared elusive. The journey ahead, fraught with the complexities of healing, understanding, and forgiveness, unfolded against the backdrop of emotions that lingered, refusing to be easily dismissed.
“But now?” I pressed, a sense of urgency seeping into my words. “Now that the truth is out, we need to confront it together.”
Donnie hesitated, her gaze flickering with a mix of emotions.
“I never expected this to come to light. Mason is happy, and I didn’t want anything to jeopardize
that.”
I–reached out, a gesture of understanding. “Donnie, we can navigate this together. Mason deserves. to know the truth about his family, about us, about who he really is.” I asserted with a determination to bridge the gaps that had long separated us. I had not been part of my child’s life since infancy, but I was willing to do anything to make up for it.
After a moment of contemplation, Donnie nodded, a silent agreement that marked the beginning of a shared journey toward honesty and reconciliation. Mason, who was blissfully unaware of the complexities that had unfolded, played nearby with his laughter echoing in the background as if prescient of the changes about to unfold..
Me and Donnie gathered the courage to tell Mason the truth and complete anticipation hung in the air. The introduction was a delicate dance of emotions, with Mason’s eyes reflecting a mixture of confusion and curiosity. It took time, patience, and carefully chosen words to convey the intricate. tale of his parentage. Though, we knew he couldn’t understand it all, or so we thought.
The young boy’s initial shock transformed into a radiant smile as he processed the newfound knowledge.
“So, you’re my dad?” he asked, his eyes wide with wonder.
The reconciliation process unfolded slowly, each step marked by conversations, shared moments, and the gradual mending of emotional wounds. Mason’s innocent questions sparked discussions that navigated the intricacies of our past and the hopes for a united future.
“Why didn’t you tell me, Mama?” Mason inquired, turning to Donnie with a blend of curiosity and at tinge of hurt.
Donnie’s gaze softened as she embraced her son.
“I wanted to protect you, Mason. I was scared of how things might change, but now, we’re a family.”
With the air thick with emptions, I turned to Donnie, a silent query hanging in the space between us. “Donnie, are you willing to return to the pack with me?”
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Instead of answering me, she only stared at me like she was contemplating something.
Answer me, Donnie. Don’t keep me waiting for your response for too long. Are you willing to return to Moon Shade With me?” I repeated my question.
“No!” She answered.