Epilogue
ELIAS
One Year Later…
I’m waiting at a deli shop with my three-month-old, and for the first time in I’m not sure how many years, I’m wondering if my father will actually show up.
I have talked to him off and on since the surgery, but I’m guarded.
I haven’t given in emotionally. I haven’t allowed myself yet.
I still think he’s unreliable and will eventually go back on his word. He always does.
I check the time, noticing he’s a few minutes late. I want to leave already.
This is the first time I’ve agreed to see him in person since the surgery. I had made the decision that he and I should be done with our father/son relationship, but Olivia being the wonderful woman that she is, convinced me to give him a chance if he got help.
And he did. He’s been in rehab, goes to therapy, and meetings. He sends me proof, not that I ask for it, but every time he sends that proof, there’s a part of me that gets more hopeful.
“How long do you think we should give it, bud?” I ask my sleeping son, who’s cradled in my arms. I can never stop holding him. Any time I put him down, I only ever want to hold him close again.
We named him Sidney, after Olivia’s late father. Sidney Carrington. My pride and fucking joy. The moment he was born, I knew being his father was exactly what I was meant to do.
“Hey, Elias. I’m so sorry I’m late. I missed the bus and I had to wait fifteen minutes for the next one.” My dad takes the seat across the table, his eyes nervous and perhaps a bit fearful about what I’m going to say.
Guilt eats away at me for making him feel like that.
“That’s okay. Don’t worry about it. We haven’t been here long. Plus, Sidney has been asleep.”
His eyes fall to his grandson, and a bright smile crosses his face as his eyes water while he stares at Sidney. His hand covers his mouth with a slight tremble.
“You brought him? I didn’t think…I didn’t think you would. Can I hold him?”
I’m hesitant. I’m hesitant with anyone who wants to hold him.
“Of course,” I finally say, needing to let go of my anger and uncertainty to really give him a chance. I can’t keep punishing him when he is putting in effort. I need to as well.
We stand at the same time, and I gently pass Sidney over to him.
“Oh my,” Dad whispers, ghosting his finger down Sidney’s chubby cheek. “He is beautiful. He looks just like you when you were a baby. Does he sleep through the night?”
I shake my head. “No, he hates sleeping at night. Getting him on a schedule is tough.”
“He got that from you too. You hated sleeping through the night. You were ready to party from midnight to four in the morning. Your mother and I had shifts.” He chuckles, wiping away the tear that hits his cheek.
“Thank you.” He looks up at me through wet lashes.
“I’ll be a good grandpa to him. I promise. ”
My phone interrupts me at the perfect time because I have no idea what to say to that.
My Wife: I can’t wait for you to come home. I’m naked in our bed, touching myself to the thought of you. Your pillow smells like you and I can’t get enough. When will you be home?
I have to school my facial expressions. I clear my throat and adjust my legs under the table as my cock begins to harden. Now isn’t the time or the place for sexting, yet I can never deny my wife what she needs.
Me: Do you need me, sweetheart? Use the dildo I made for you to keep you full and stretched until I get home. I want you ready for me.
A picture comes through a few seconds later and I flip the phone against my leg so the screen is hidden. I play it off, clearing my throat and giving my dad a smile when he makes eye contact with me. It’s quick. His attention is diverted back to my son in the next second.
Peering left and right to make sure no one is around, I turn the phone over and dig my fingers into my leg when I see the image she sent.
Her legs are spread, the toy into her to the hilt.
My Wife: Like this? It still doesn’t feel the same. I need you.
Fuck.
She’s going to be the death of me.
Me: That’s too bad. That’s all you can have right now. When I get home, you better still be naked because I plan on feasting on you until your body can’t handle anymore—and even then, I won’t stop. Be prepared for a long night.
We’re already trying for baby number two. I’m determined to give us the family we both dreamed about.
“I would love to meet your wife, Elias,” my father says. “Maybe we can have a family barbecue or something? If you don’t want me at your home, we can go bowling. Anything. Dinner somewhere. I just…I really want to be more involved in your life.”
I set my phone down, trying to get my thought process back on track after Olivia teased me. She will pay for that later. I’m sure she’s excited about her “punishment.” My wife loves to be spanked.
“She wants to meet you too. I think we’re there, Dad. Let’s plan something. I’ll talk to her and call you tomorrow if that’s okay?”
He beams, a real smile, one that I’ve only seen over this past year that reminds me so much of how happy he was with my mother. Maybe my father is back. Maybe he is actually here to stay.
“I’d love that. Yes. Please.”
I’m not alone anymore. I have a family. My life has changed for the better and it’s all because of Olivia.
A wrong number turned into the best journey of my life.
The End.
Dear precious reader, thank you for reading Doctor Wrong Number!
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