Yours Truly - Series Four

Epilogue

She stared blankly at Owen not quite understanding what he just said "Ellie?" he made her snap back to reality. "B-but how?" she couldn't compute the connection.

"So my Mum Diane, she was seeing your Dad before he met your Mum. They went on a few dates they ended up sleeping together, but then decided they were better off as friends. Obviously a few weeks later she got with Gareth, he had no idea until the day she had the accident. They had got into a fight she came out with it, she stormed out the house and well you know the rest!"

He looks up at her finally lifting his head, he can see her mind ticking over, "but that accident was over twenty four years ago! Why has he waited until now to tell you?"

"He met Trina and a few months into the relationship he told Libby and I that he was no longer going to fund our Mum's private health care. I was so angry he knew neither of us could afford it, and it wasn't like we could have her living with us with Libby in Paris and me in Kent, we just wouldn't be able to care for her. So we argued, he was drunk and he told me...I wasn't his. He even sent me a photo of DNA test he did years ago before Charlie died. I should have told you when I found out, but it was a lot from me to process, how could I expect you to process it when I hadn't myself?"

"I want to see the DNA test!" her expression was blank. He pulls out his phone and scrolls until he finds the photo, he hands her the phone. There it was Probability of Paternity: 99.99999% Alleged Father: Charlie Jones. Her heart raced, she thought it was playing a cruel trick on her, but there it was in black and white.

"Did my Dad know? How did he not question it?" she hissed at him, "No, Gareth said no one thought anything of it because they got together weeks apart and when I was born she told them all I was early!"

Ellie couldn't understand, she knew her Dad. He would give her twenty one questions over buying a new pair of shoes, so why didn't he ask questions about a potential child?! The surrounding air began to get thin, "I need to get out of here!" she jumps up out of her seat, "Ellie, I'm sorry!" he tries to help her, but she pushes him away.

"I need to get home! Errrr...I'll speak to you soon!" she rushed out of the coffee shop making her way back home.

6 Months later...

She took a deep breath as she looked over herself in hallway mirror one more time, "I see posing in the mirror must be a Jones trait!" he teases her from the kitchen doorway. She turned giving him daggers "what can I say? I must get it from my older, annoying brother who loves himself!" she bites back.

He pretends to be offended, holding his hand to his chest, "oh please! They only reason you make eye to eye contact with anyone is so you can look at your own reflection!" she jokes.

"Ok, are you done taking the piss out of me? There are a lot of people out there waiting to know the sex of my new niece or nephew!"

She rolls her eyes at him, "that's a Jones trait right there!" he points at her, "sorry, but I hate to break it to you Owen, but she's a Barlow through and through!" Adam nudges him.

"Sorry, scotch cake! Once a Jones always a Jones!" Owen teases him as he makes his way past and into the garden.

Ellie laughs, "I wish he'd stop calling me that!" Adam shook his head, "I don't know..scotch cakes are quite tasty!" she grins as she wraps her arms around his neck.

"As much as I would like to offer you a taste, we have people waiting for us and Charlie and Delilah will start throwing a paddy if they don't find out if they are having a little brother or sister soon!"

She sighs, "Fine, let's not keep them waiting!" she turns towards the back door, but he pulls her to a stop. He claims her lips in a quick kiss, "you look beautiful by the way" she smiles as she pulls herself away she pulls him out into the garden with her.

11 minutes later...

"Three.... two.... one!" BOOM! The confetti bursts out from the canons and flutters in the air, everyone cheers.

Adam looks at smug Ellie, "FUCK!" he mouths as he shook his head with a grin knowing he was in trouble.