"Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Gabi, happy birthday to you," mom, dad, Georgy, and I sang.
Gabi was smiling in her highchair clapping her little hands together. My baby girl was a year old, and in six months was going to be a big sister.
Georgy placed the smash cake in front of Gabi. Gabi looked down at it and then looked at us.
"C'mon baby," I said to her as I smiled at her.
She touched the cake and some icing got on her fingers. I took her fingers and pushed them in her mouth. When she tasted the icing her little eyes lit up as she looked at me. It was all over then. She reached down and plunged her little hand into the cake and grabbed as big a handful as her little hand could hold. Georgy and mom took so many pics. My favorite of all the pics was the one of Gabi trying to shove cake in my mouth. She missed my mouth so many times I had icing all over my face before she actually got it in my mouth.
Mom and Dad figured the reason that Gabi called me Da-da was because outside of Dad I was really the only consistent male figure she'd been around. I knew I was going to have sit down and tell mom and dad the truth. I felt that I owed that to them. Especially considering that Georgy was now pregnant with twins and I had made the decision to be with her.
I told Georgy that when I returned home, I would sit down with Christa and tell her what I had decided. I promised her I would not share what was going on with us, but that I had met someone I wanted to be with. I wasn't sure just how I would broach it with Christa.
After the party was over, I drove mom and dad back to their house. I decided that maybe today was actually the best day to tell them the truth. So when we got to their house I came in with them.
"Are you staying for a while?" mom asked.
"Um, yeah. I wanted to talk with you and dad about something if that's alright," I said to her.
"Sure. Is everything okay?" she asked with that motherly concern in her voice.
It didn't matter that I was 42 years old, mom still worried about her kids.
"Yeah, everything's okay."
"Okay," she said as she carried two cups of coffee into the living room for her and dad.
Dad was sitting in his easy chair reading the paper.
"Jerry," mom said, "Bryce wants to talk to us."
Dad looked at me over his newspaper, his eyebrows raised.
Take a deep breath I told myself as I sat down on the couch opposite mom.
"I wanted to talk to you about Gabi," I started.
Mom and dad both smiled. They adored Gabi and loved having her so close by.
"Dad, do you remember when Georgy first told you that she was pregnant and you told me that she wouldn't share with you who Gabi's father was?"
Dad's eyes narrowed as he looked at me.
"Yes," he said cautiously.
"I know who Gabi's father is," I said.
Mom and dad were both looking at me.
"Where are you going with this?" Dad asked.
My head dropped as I prepared myself to tell them. But before I could, mom said quietly.
"You're her father aren't you?"
My head popped up and my eyes were wide as I looked at mom.
"Amelia," my father started, "What the hell are you talking about?"
Mom looked at Dad, "Bryce is Gabi's father."
I sat there dumbfounded and speechless.
My father looked at me and then back to mom. You would have thought mom had two heads the way dad was looking at her.
"Bryce?," dad said, "Is what your mother said true? Are you Gabi's father? Her actual father?"
I could hear the disbelief in Dad's question.
"Well, of course he is Jerry," mom interrupted. "Think about Gabi. She looks so much like both Bryce and Georgy."
Dad sat there staring at me. I could see his eyes filling with anger.
I finally found my voice.
"We didn't plan for anything of this to happen," I said. I could hear the pleading in my voice.
"You son-of-a-bitch!!!! How could you?" Dad shouted as he stood up. There was no doubt now he was angry. He stepped towards me.
"Jerry, calm down," Mom told Dad as she stood up between the two of us.
"I will NOT calm down! You bastard! You took advantage of your sister. Your SISTER!", he yelled.
I cringed. I knew this wasn't going to be easy, but I wasn't prepared to deal with it yet either.
"Dad, it wasn't like that," I pleaded.
"Get out! Get the fuck out of my house you god damned pervert!" Dad yelled.
Right about then, my phone rang. It was Georgy. Mom and Dad both looked at me as if to say, 'are you going to answer it."
"Hey Squirt," I said with a ton of apprehension in my voice.
"Bryce? What's wrong?" she asked with concern in her voice.