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briahmatthers oh ivy is serving!!!
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username2 donnacha being mistaken for an uncle im crying
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25TH Of December 2023
"Mam loves you sweetheart, I'll see you when you get back, yeah?" Orla asked Ivy softly, Ivy nodded, content to go back to playing with Nell.
Orla was slightly taken aback when Paul's face appeared on the screen. "How's Polly?" He asked, Ivy had been taken over to Ireland by Nell three days before.
"She's good, no clue what's going on." Orla nodded. Paul smiled softly. "We'll have to bring her here soon." Paul suggested "Yeah, maybe once you're done with filming and that." Orla suggested
"That's not far off." He reminded her "Nice." Orla nodded.
Orla hung up the phone, and turned from it to see Rhys Ifans walking in, her mother a few steps behind. "Hi Rhys, I didn't know you were coming."
"You didn't tell her Siobhan?" Rhys asked the auburn haired woman with a raised eyebrow "She didn't." Orla said before going to hug the man she had known since she could remember.
"Have you told her?" Rhys asked Siobhan, less patient this time around. Siobhan shook her head, Orla, unaware of the severity of the situation let out a small chuckle. "What's going on? Is Maggie here?"
"No, no darling, I think it's an idea if you sit down." Rhys told her softly, he was aware of the revelation coming, "What why?" Orla asked as she did as Rhys suggested and sat down.
"Rhys, it's Christmas, the baby's awake, let's not do this now." Siobhan attempted to negotiate. "You two are worrying me." Orla admitted, her eyes going over to Polly who was laid on her stomach, holding her head up as she tried to put a toy in her mouth.
"Shiv, It needs to be done, we can't keep it from her any longer." Rhys told Siobhan, harshly, but not loudly. "Keep what from me?" Orla questioned.
"Your dad isn't your dad." Rhys told her plainly. "What?" She scoffed in disbelief.
"I slept with Rhys and your dad around about the same time, Rhys was married to Maggie's mum, I didn't want to ruin their relationship, and you looked a lot like your- You didn't look like Rhys, so I just assumed you were your dad's. Recently, Rhys saw a picture of Polly, said she looked a bit like him, so I said passingly, I did think you were his for a while, Rhys said you and Maggie had always looked alike as kids, so he suggested we take a DNA test, you'd left your hairbrush here, So we used that, and we found out three days ago that, Rhys is your dad, Not Dougie." Siobhan explained to her daughter slowly.
