Jack stood in the corner of the room, a mediator of sorts, arms crossed over his chest as the couple wait impatiently on the living room sofa for Paityn’s father to come downstairs. The last time her father was in a room with her husband in that house, it resulted in broken dishes and the biggest Sinclair family dinner argument in history.
Though, Paityn was with child; she had to tell her dad his baby was going to have a baby. Even if he hated the man who fathered it. Her knee bounced wildly, even with Luca by her side, she felt terrified. Johnny Sinclair was far from a gentle man and decent father. Still, rough edges aside, Paityn loved him.
He burst through the wooden doors and Paityn could already smell the whiskey on his breath that served as his cologne. A familiar scent when Johnny Sinclair entered a room.
“Why the fuck is he here?” he asked, pointing to Luca as he sat in a lounge chair. “Thought you wanted to talk to me, princess.”
“Dad,” Paityn started. “We have something to tell you.”
“You’ve divorced? Otherwise I don’t really want to hear it.”
Paityn paused, biting her lip as she contemplated her words. She made her peace with the fact that her father would never approve of her relationship. She could live with that; that was normal. Plenty of fathers of daughters hate their sons-in-law.
Maybe not always so violently.
Surely, Paityn thought, he could love their child. A part of her, a part of Johnny. It would be a beacon of light in the fog of night. Hope.
“Daddy, I’m pregnant.”
She could tell he wasn’t pleased. At the very least Johnny was livid. Paityn knew because he stayed quiet for a bit too long. He chuckled, raising his brows and smirking as if he was bitterly impressed. “Didn’t think the kid had it in him,” Johnny sneered. Her father gripped the armrest of his seat, clearly resisting some sort of urge to pounce. “You knocked up my daughter?”
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