A few days later, Doug was searching through some old pictures. He came across a picture of him and a brunette woman with honey brown eyes. He did a double take. He vaguely remembered that night but he knew somewhere who might remember it more accurately, his best friend Michael Matthews. He gave him a call to see if he was up for a visit. He quickly said goodbye to his wife and daughter and drove to his best friend's house.
"Doug!" a voice exclaimed happily.
"Hey Mike."
"So, what's the picture you found?"
He showed the picture to him.
"I remember this clearly, we met these two women at a bar in London. We both got along with each of them but you're the one who ended up sleeping with her and her name was Patricia McMillian."
Doug nodded.
"Are you afraid that Jane will find out?"
"Actually, she knows that I was like this before I married her. Though, she'll be shocked that I possibly have a teenage daughter."
"Wait, what?"
"You said I slept with this woman, I possibly got her pregnant and she gave birth nine months later early August 1979."
"What makes you think that?"
"Jane and I befriended a single father of two daughters. The oldest was adopted in the early eighties. She has the identical eyes to this woman. She has some of my same features and tics."
"You should do some genetic testing first, just to make sure. Although, you'll need a sample of her DNA as well."
Doug nodded and wondered how he would get that DNA from his potential daughter without being creepy.
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A few days later, he decided to visit Elliot. Currently, he was on the doorstep.
"Oh, hi Doug," Elliot greeted warmly.
"Hi Elliot, may I come in?"
The other man nodded and Doug walked in.
"My brother and his wife are here as well."
Doug nodded as Elliot led him towards the living room. He saw a dark haired woman and a brunette man.
"This is my friend Doug," Elliot introduced.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Ted and this is my wife Andromeda."
Doug smiled. "It's nice to meet you too. Isn't Andromeda a constellation?"
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Melodies of the Lyre
FanfictionThere were moments when I was not myself, and the road wandered riddled with self doubt; when those who would be friends have all but left. But somethings have always been true - he may bleed green, but I will always be yellow and black.
