Finally, by Wednesday, I couldn’t take the waiting game any longer. I called Miranda and told her I was going to go to the person’s house to try and talk to them. I didn’t want to tell her who the person was. She would have told me not to do it. She would have changed her mind and I couldn’t bear hearing that. I had to go through with it. I was doing it for Izzy.
I sat out front of her place for a while just wondering what I was going to say. We’d obviously ended things on terrible terms and after I married Miranda and called Izzy my own, she stopped bothering me, but there I sat in front of Heather’s house, hoping she could help me save my daughter.
I had to conjure enough balls to actually walk to her front door and knock and part of me expected some kind of slap in the face when she did answer. She opened the door and rolled her eyes, but let me in anyway.
Oh shit! She looks pissed. This is a terrible idea.
“I didn’t return your calls on purpose, Ty.”
“I wouldn’t have called if it wasn’t important, Heather.” As I followed her up the stairs of her split level home, I felt nothing, no attraction to her at all, in fact I hated everything about her.
She wasn’t an ugly girl, she was quite the opposite, but I just had no interest in her. Not only had our relationship never been labeled, I actually hated her. She was a self centered little bitch who didn’t care who she hurt.
My heart belonged to one person and there was not a single person out there that could ever make me feel different.
“Did the wife leave you? Let me guess…you cheated on her and had another illegitimate child?” Her sarcasm was already getting on my last nerve. I followed her to the kitchen and sat down at the breakfast bar while she got out two beers.
She slid mine across the counter and waited for me to respond. I held up my left hand and flashed her my ring. “Still married.”
“Did she kick you out? Wise up to your asshole ways?” In my head I kept mocking her every word. “Did she kick you out? Wise up to your asshole ways?”
“No, actually we are expecting twins in a couple of months.” Yeah, take that in bitch. My life is perfect. I wasn’t going to let her think I was here for anything other than Izzy, but I wasn’t about to let her talk bad about my wife either. “Miranda and I are happy Heather. Nothing will ever change that. I’m here because I need your help and I wouldn’t have come if I wasn’t desperate.”
“What are you talking about? If you’re so happy, what could you possibly want my help with? Did she stop making your dick hard? Are you needing someone else to bring you back to life?”
Aw, Hell no!
“No! Shut the fuck up about my marriage. My wife is amazing and I will never have trouble getting it up. Not that it’s any of your business. I am here about my daughter.”
She leaned over the counter and scrunched up her face. “Come again? Ty, I have no idea what you are blabbing about. I haven’t seen or heard from you in years and you come to my house to talk about your kid. Are you on crack?”
I put my hands up to my face and tried to calm down. I have no idea why being around this chick always made me feel like I wanted to punch her in the face. I’d never hit a girl, but damn I wanted to hit her. “She’s not really mine, Heather.”
“Did that bitch trap you only for you to find out she wasn’t yours later and now she is all knocked up with your real children?” If she calls my wife a bitch again, I’m going to go bat shit crazy up in here.
“Jesus Christ, would you just shut up and hear me out. Please?” I stood up and started pacing around the room. “I’ve known Miranda my whole life. My cousin Colt is her cousin from his other side of the family. We grew up celebrating holidays and spending summers together as kids. We even used to tell everyone we were related, even though we weren’t. She got involved with this piece of shit, who got her pregnant and abandoned her. When Van left me for my cousin Colt, I drove down to Kentucky with her and just by chance she and I helped deliver Miranda’s daughter, Isabella. From that moment I fell in love with that little girl. The loser boyfriend came back into the picture and beat the shit out of Miranda, so she and Izzy came to stay with me. She didn’t need to know the other details. I would have been here all night. I think you can figure out the rest of the story.”
“So that night she was running from a crazy ex?” She was finally paying attention to what I was saying.
“You mean the night you were trying to seduce me with the idea of having a threesome? Yeah, that night. To make matters worse, I already had serious feelings for Miranda and you almost ruined everything by being there. She needed to feel safe and instead she thought I was a total douche.”