Second Chance Secrets

Chapter Seven

Sam stood up from his desk. He came around to stand in front of the very upset Jessica. Why she was so upset was beyond him. He was the one who had been wronged. She was the one who had not only walked out on him, but had kept a secret from too.

Sam clapped his hands, "Congratulations. Such a stellar performance."

"What?" Jessica cried. 

"You," Sam replied. "Standing there acting as if I'm the one in the wrong. If I hadn't done my investigations I wouldn't have known you were lying to me. Keeping things from me that I should know about. Why?"

Sam's was trying hard to keep his voice level. He really wanted to let loose at her. The thoughts going through his mind were enough to make a grown man cry. He was trying hard to get calm. It was either that or let his anger take over and then he might have done something he would have regretted. Like shake the mother of his child. And there was no doubt that the child was his. He had done his math.

Jessica took a step back. No, she wasn't backing down. She just wanted some breathing room. Because, even though she was angry with him, she could still feel the pull towards him. Yes, she was still attracted. The years hadn't changed that.

"What was I supposed to tell you?" she asked. Trying to buy herself some time even with knowing she was fighting a losing battle.

"Don't play games with me Jess," Sam s**t back at her. "It's  time to stop pretending."

"I'm not pretending. You want answers, why not ask the right questions?"

"Okay, Miss Marshall. I'll play your game. When do I get to meet my daughter?"

All the breath left Jessica at Sam's question. It was a good thing too, that the chair was behind her, for surely she would have fallen to the floor. She sank into the chair with relief that she wasn't on the ground. This is it, she thought. Moment of truth. I can't hide it anymore. I have to tell him. 

"How do you know she's yours?" Jessica asked.

"Well I can do math," was Sam's reply.

Jessica knew there was no real reason to deny Emily was his. It was very obvious. In fact they looked so much alike that sometimes she would wonder how she would react if they were to meet in the streets one day. No what day was here. Only they were in the office.

"Yeah well, I had no way of telling you. It's not like you left me with a forwarding address." Jessica was again trying to gain the upper hand, but...

"How was I supposed to give you one when you left before the night was even over?" Sam asked. "Did you even stop to get dress that morning? Or did you just run out?"

"I already told you I left because I didn't know what else to do," Jessica replied. "How was I to know you wanted me to sleep in with you. You picked me up in a bar. No one picks someone up in a bar and expects them to be there in the morning."

"That's not the point anymore Jess. All I want is an answer to my question. When do I get to meet my daughter?"

"And if I say she's not yours?" Jess bitterly asked.

"Are you trying to say she's not?" Sam came back.

Now Jess found herself having to dig her way out of the home she had just opened up.