Chapter 110
Chapter One Hundred-Ten
Robin
It’s late afternoon when I wake up, feeling warm and comfortable and like I never want to move from the bed. Unfortunately, my bladder has other plans. It’s easier to slip out from under the covers when my mates aren’t surrounding me, but I’ve got to admit, it was nice waking up like that, too.
Luckily, from now on this is what my life looks like.
I use the bathroom and start to brush my hair, so it looks less like I’ve been dragged backwards through a bush. I’m putting the brush back in the cupboard under the sink when the sound of the phone ringing in the other room makes me freeze in place.
Realizing it’s probably Falcon, I move quickly out of the bathroom.
Jay’s already sitting up in bed and looking around for the source of the sound.
“Got it,” he murmurs sleepily, as he leans over and reaches for the handset on the nightstand.
I step into the room, listening and waiting.
His clear “Hello,” is followed by silence on the line.
He frowns, opening his mouth again, and then I hear a man’s voice say, “Um, is this Robin’s suite?”
I gasp in a breath and move forward, hand out for the phone. “Dad?”
Jay blinks at me as he hands me the handset. “Dad?”
I bring the handset to my ear, and I clear my throat. “Uh, hi, it’s me.”
I move a few steps away from the bed, feeling a little awkward.
“Robin? I don’t know what happened. Are you with someone?”
“You could say that,” I murmur, not sure how much I want to tell him.
He might be my father, biologically, but I haven’t spent a lot of time with him since I found out he existed. At the same time, he’ll find out I’ve taken mates soon enough.
It’s probably less shocking to tell him before he visits again.
“Are you okay?” he asks, sounding vaguely concerned.
“I’m better than okay,” I start. “I met my true mates. I have a pack now.”
I wait to hear what he has to say about that, holding my breath.
It doesn’t seem like the kind of thing most fathers would be cool with.
“Oh,” he says. “That’s a surprise.”
“It was a surprise to me, too,” I admit. “But I’m happy.”
“Well, good. I’m glad.” He pauses again, and I can’t help wondering if I’ve flustered him with this news.
“Um, it’s good to hear from you,” I start. “Were you calling to arrange another visit?”
“Yes, that’s what I’d hoped, at least.”
“Did Lana tell you …”
“About the fence?”
“Um, yeah.”
“I know it could be a few days, but I was hoping … Well, I know this is going to be a surprise for you, but I …” he trails off, sighing. “Sorry, I’m just … You have a sister, Robin.”
“Sorry, what?” I ask.
“I had her a few years before I met your mother. Her name is Rebecca. Her mother left her with me a long time ago. She’s …
well, she’s been struggling with an eating disorder for years.
I’ve done everything I can to help her get better.
I’m sorry to put this on you. I just thought that maybe if you could meet her, you could help her see that she can get better. ”
“Oh,” I murmur.
“It’s too soon. I’m sorry. I just … You need family, and she could use a sister now more than ever.”
He sounds so desperate, and it sinks in that this is why he sought me out.
It’s messed up to think that, but I can’t ignore it.
He’s got another daughter.
She’s been living with him this whole time.
Of course he’d do anything for her.
Including visiting me and trying to get me to help.
It stings, but I remind myself I don’t know him.
“Um, I don’t know,” I mutter, when he doesn’t say anything else.
“I shouldn’t have asked. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m sorry. I just … I worry about her, but she’s not your problem. Forget I mentioned it.”
He’s so desperate that I want to tell him I’ll help.
But I know I can’t do that.
“I don’t think I’m in a place where I could help anyone,” I admit. “But I hope you find a way to help her.”
“I’ll call to visit you in a few days. I’ll come alone. You don’t have to meet her until you want to.”
We say goodbye and I hang up the receiver, feeling hollowed out from the call.
Jay gets up and comes to where I’m standing leaning against the wall behind the nightstand.
“Hey, are you good? That sounded kind of heavy.”
He puts an arm around me.
“I’ll be okay,” I tell him, knowing it’s true.
I’ve got him, and his pack now.
If my father turns out to be an asshole, it doesn’t matter.
He thinks I don’t have family, but I have four men I wouldn’t trade for the world.