(32) - Tell Him?

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Dedicated to @audency @CanIxiU @somia2005 @Mes6829 @innsider @hotlineblank @Aki_2911 @Finderlover @Christina 267 @_Curleyyy_ for voting. 

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I'm screwed.

It was the first screaming thought that popped into my brain, mocking me as I worried with every ounce of my being. Marcello was the most I-almost-beyond-a reasonable-doubt, the father of my four-year-old son. Marcello, the man that I recently started seeing and have extreme feelings over is Issac's father. My head couldn't wrap around it and it was crying for me to do something, anything at this point.

Everything was a mess. My dilemma could go three ways. 

One, I can be truthful and tell Marcello everything, two, the coward option of not telling him or three , I'll never tell him and live my life knowing what I know. They are the three options I have with the solid truth I know. The question at state was... what truth I would go with.

I called Nessa the minute Marcello dropped us off. I wasted no time, calling my best friend for help creating a game plan for about what's to come. Marcello was clueless, and I was guilty for not sharing what I had discovered tonight. I was bothered and Marcello read me like a book, knowing I was upset.

He assumed I was upset with him for talking about the woman he had sex with four years ago in  that bar. He couldn't be further than the truth. I was scared for many reasons. Marcello was most likely, the father of my child.

Nothing could explain the same story of that night. He knew the exact rooftop bar, the exact details I had trouble remembering.  If only I wasn't too drunk to realize he was the man I slipped my vagina into. "Autumn!" Ness storms into my apartment, breathing heavily as she slams the door with a bang.

I huff, shooting a glare. "I need that door, Nessa."

"I know, but you called. So, how was your date?" She grins ignoring me, slipping happily as she throws herself at me.

"Not good." I wrap my arms around her, needing the comfort of a friend's hug. I was terrified and I needed someone whose been there from the start.

"What? How?" She released me, leaning back into the couch. "You guys are great together,"

"Issac loves him and I'm pretty sure you're on your way there too. I seen him and I know you can't resist. Autumn, it's been four long years, are you that dead set to be celibate? I'm one hundred percent sure he wants to take you up, all you have to do is say yes."

Leave it to Ness, to suggest sex would fix this. "That's not what I called you for."

"Oh my god, you're sleeping with him! Oh, I knew you had it in you." She squeals, jumping for joy. What? I blinked in confusion, my mouth quiet. 

Her face plummets, her eyes dropping as she takes my silence a bad way. "He wasn't good? Is this what it is? Was his-"

"Nessa! No, and god no. Don't say another word." I pointed out. "That is not what I called you for and if you stop talking I'll tell you."

She shuts up, listening for once in her life. I exhale a huge breath, spilling the words. "I think Marcello is Issac's father."

To say she was shocked was an understatement. Her eyes widened, her face dropping at the news. Her lips pressed in a tight line, stuttering in disbelief. She never stuttered, she wasn't a person too.

"W-what? H-how is it possible?"

"I think you already know that Ness," she scowls as she gets the hint.

"That's not what I meant. How did you know?"

"I didn't. I just guessed." I shrugged, shallowing the lump in my throat.

"Guessed? Autumn, you do realize that this, this is what you were hoping for. Issac to know his father so lets talk. You need to tell him."

"Ness, that's the thing. I guessed it. I think he is. I didn't say that I know for sure. I can't tell him if  he's not the actual father."

Nessa slaps my arm. Hard. More like wrack was the word. "Are you freaking crazy?! You have to tell him so he can take a paternity test. If there's a chance, he has to know Issac is his."

"I'm scared. What if I tell him and he's not the father? Or worse he is and then he feels obligated to be with me for Issac's sake. I don't want to be pity dated."

"Pity dated?" Ness gives me a face. "That's not a word."

"Not the point." I say, rubbing my temples out of stress.

"Autumn, is that what you're scared of? Being pity dated?" She said with her fingers folded over the word- pity dated. "That's not going to happen-"

"How do you know that? You don't know that for sure,"

"I do, Autumn. Like or not you know you have to tell him and give Marcello the benefit of the doubt. He likes you now, and Issac. It wouldn't change if he knows and besides if it does I'm right here."

Nessa's words ring through my mind. Not telling him wasn't right. I know it was and I hated Nessa for being so right. My brows furrowed, my eyes narrowing down at her.

"When did you get so wise?"

"I started seeing a therapist." Therapist? Since when?

"What? Are you okay? Why are you seeing a therapist?" I asked through a slur of questions. Ness slaps my thigh, laughing her butt off at my expression. I sat there, confused, worried and my best friend sat beside me, mocking me with her laughs.

It was nice to know she cared.

"His name's Brandon. He's a therapist. I'm not actually seeing one. Why would I? When I have you to complain to?"

I shake my head in amusement. "Stay over?"

"Sure," I grin, fetching the water that sat still on the coffee table. I was in the mist of drinking my water when Ness spoke.

"You know, if Marcello actually is the father, he may even like you more." I gulped, my thoughts leading to another. I doubt that.
~

The office was quiet, too quiet. It was the first thing I notice when I sat in the root of my chair on a Monday morning, looking promptly around the office. 

Sarah, my witch of a boss, was quiet. No words of wrath that usually came out of her wallowed mouth. No sending orders and her ruthful commands, simultaneously keeping a peace I wasn't accustomed with.

I asked my co-worker Rick, a man that sat at the desk directly across from me. He shrugged, continuing with his rigid typing. Weird.

Diana, my other co-worker knocked, entering the room. "Hey, Autumn."

"Hey, what's up?"

"Ms. Matthews wants to know what else we need to get done for this week." She hold a notepad, and files on hand, her attention on me.

"This week?"

"The gala. It's this week..." She said, her voice dragging on.

"Oh, right." The gala was this Saturday, the one Mr. Luca or should I say Marcello was attending. Every year, we had the annual gala. Most employees go as a sign of respect and it counts that we celebrate the company's well doing. Not only that but there was a lot of influential businessmen and associates, not to mention it was the biggest event of the year. 

The gala was annual, too important to pass up and this year the CEO, Marcello Nico de Luca, will make his first appearance. I wasn't sure why he hadn't showed for the past years, but I'm sure he had his reasons for it. He never told me the reason, not that I was too eager to know. 

"Set up at the venue is on Friday, food and decor has been handled, invitations were sent two weeks ago. Guest list is finished, music, and I guess that's it. Just decorating, and setting up."

"There's minor things but I can write down for you if you like?" Diana gave me the notepad, my writing at the end of it. Gift bags, awards, caters etc. The list consisted of minor things, not too much to handle for Sarah's sluggish hands. 

I passed the notepad back, "There you go," 

"Thanks, I have to give this back so see you later?" I nodded as she turned, trailing the other way.

"Um...wait Diana," She stopped. 

"Yeah?"

"What's with everyone? It's quiet? More than usual?"

"I'm not really sure, maybe it's the gala." She shrugged. "Ms. Matthews isn't herself and I guess it's creeping everyone out."

"Was that all?"

"Uh... yeah," she smiles, leaving. "Thanks and I'll see you later," Diana's response shouldn't worry me, but it did. Something was off... and I couldn't pin what it was. I continued my daily routine, the worry in the back of my mind as I worked on the files.

It wasn't until I got a text twenty minutes before my lunch break that helped. 

Marcello:
Lunch? I'll pick you up. ❤️

~

Marcello took us to a small diner. A diner I never seen before. It was nice. It was nothing too fancy, nothing I wasn't unfamiliar with.

I looked up, reading the rusty old sign that read, Sally. We walked in, an older lady greeting us with a huge smile at the counter.

"Hello, it's nice to see you again." She tells Marcello who greets her back. I gave them a small smile, awkwardly staying back. I gathered Marcello came here quite often. Maybe or maybe not, I wasn't sure.

"How's Issac doing?" Marcello lets out a beautiful laugh, one that made me melt at the sound.

"He's good, he's happy. He wants to come back,"

"That's great. Anyways, who is this beauty?" Sally laughs, quickly turning to me. I wave, blushing at beauty.

"This is Autumn." He introduced me with an award winning smile. He wrapped a hand around my waist, tugging me safely in his side.

"I'm Sally, it's nice to meet you." Her eyes shiny brightly. I catch on, the diner was named after her.

"You're the Sally? The diner name?" She nods, a hint of sadness in her eyes.

"A table for two?" Sally takes two menus for us, leaving her spot behind the counter. Marcello nods, his arm squeezing my waist softly. 

Sally leads us to a booth before leaving us to be. Marcello smiles, letting go of me to be on the other side of the booth. I would be lying if I said I did want him to leg go because I didn't.

I smile back, "She's nice."

"She is."

"Do you come here a lot?"

"Yeah, sometimes." I couldn't help but hear the name Issac. Issac as in my son, Issac?

"Issac? Does she know Issac?"

"Yeah, she does. I'll took him here once when I found him at the park alone. He was hungry and this was the only place I could think of. Hunter, my best friend, I think I mentioned him once, he brought me here and well I thought it was suitable for Issac."

"Oh, so Issac's been here? Did he love it?" I asked as I open the red shield of a menu.

"Yeah, he did. Next time, we should bring him. It could be another date?" My hands tense at the 'date' for the reasons I was avoiding. I should tell him... no I need to tell him.

And I will but for now I was starving. "Sure, so what are you getting?"

"I was thinking of getting nuggets. I got them last time and surprisingly, they were good." I laughed. If Issac came with him, I was one hundred percent sure, that's what he ordered.

"That's what Issac got right?" Marcello smiled, a nod following the action.

"Yeah, how did you know?"

"Because Issac is Issac and because I know my son. If he had a chance to choose, he will choose both nuggets and chicken and I'm betting that's what he got."

"Your right. He did. What are you getting?"

"I was thinking a burger but I'm not sure... I know I'm not going to eat it all." I looked up from the menu, my gaze shifting to Marcello. "Do you wanna share?"

Marcello said nothing, and I sat there with flushed cheeks, cussing myself for being an idiot. I looked down, hiding myself through the folds of the menu. It was normal to do that right? 

Marcello chuckled as I averted myself to the menu. "Autumn, are you embarrassed?"

"No, I-I'm not." I lied. I definitely was and he knew it. Marcello's smirk at the tips of his mouth and he was questioning it for the fun of it, making my face redden more.

"I would love to share food with you." I put down the menu so quickly forgetting about his teasing.

"Really?" Marcello laughed, a sound that brought butterflies.

"Yeah, and by the way I love seeing you blush."

~

Our food arrived twenty minutes after we ordered. I got my burger and fries and Marcello got his nuggets. Marcello stayed true to his word, helping me eat the reminder of my food. I wasn't a big of a eater and watching him grab food off my plate was cute.

I liked the idea of sharing food, it showed that we were growing closer. Something about it made the sappy, warming feeling in my stomach.

"Are you free this Saturday?" He asked as he popped a fry in his mouth.

"I could be why? I'll have to ask Ness to babysit Issac before I could say yes."

"You do know about the gala right?" A sarcastic left me as he said 'gala'. It was the gala I planned, no it was the gala Ms. Matthews made me plan in order to keep my job before I blackmailed her with my knowledge of the sinful affair. It was safe to say, I did know that gala. 

"Yeah."

"Do you want to go with me?" I cough, taken back a bit. He wants me to go with him in front of my co-workers and his high end partners. Isn't that saying something? There was the press and I wasn't sure if I was ready for that. Are we ready for that?

"Are you sure you that's a good idea? I mean, there's the press and the company. No one there knows I'm seeing you. It's not that I don't want to go with you, because I do, j-just are we even ready for that?"

Marcello interlaces our hands together, sending a quick kiss to my palm.

"Autumn, I wouldn't ask if I didn't think we were ready. I know I am, the question is... are you?"

"I know I'm asking a lot. There's the media and if your not comfortable with it then I'll understand but hear me out... I want to show you off and not just as my date. Autumn, you're everything I want in a woman and I would really like it if you give me a chance. Officially."

"Autumn, would you be my girlfriend?" I shallowed. I shallowed the shock and the nerves down my throat. He asked me to be his girlfriend. I was in no shape or form hallucinating. Marcello, the man who may or may not be Issac's father asked me out. The man I liked, who I really liked before I knew any of this asked me out.

"Marcello, I love to be your girlfriend." Marcello grinned, coming over to me side. He kissed me, passionately on my lips. I kissed him back, our lips moving in sync as he tugged on my hair. He left me breathless, and I pulled away, a smile on my lips.

"But we continue...I have to tell you something. It's important." I say breathlessly."

"Okay, what is it?" I try to make out the words but his phone beats me to it. His phone rings, breaking his attention. "I'm sorry, can I take this?"

"Yeah, go ahead," No!  I screamed, my heart hurting. He needs to know.

"Hey, yeah. Shit. Really? How? Okay," He utters words into the line, my mind hissing as to who broke up my moment to tell Marcello everything he's had to know.

"Fuck. Fine. On my way," He hangs up, a frown seeping on his face. "I'm sorry, Autumn. Work emergency. I have to go, raincheck?"

I force myself to nod, my throat hitched up with guilt. "I'll drop you off,"

~

That's it for this chapter. I hoped you enjoyed. I had a difficult time writing this and I hope it doesn't happen to me in the next chapter. Thoughts so far? Do you guys love Autumn and Marcello as much as I do? 

Anyway... until next time...

Love, The Author 

- Katherine 

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