Nyx Eris

Chapter 2: Ginger Ale

Long-ass chapter ahead, already. It just kept going.

WARNING: Tough subjects and several triggers ahead.

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Crumpled paper crunched under his shoe.

He pressed down harder, encouraging the heel of his shoe to rub out the libellous words typed across the paper.

"You wanted the results," she said, crossing her arms. "These are the results."

"These results are a fucking joke," he snarled, clenching his fists against his sides to avoid thrusting them into the wall.

He didn't need to cause a scene in the hospital where Donna volunteered and could tell Brenda all about his episode.

Brenda would think he was back on the bottle.

God, he almost wished he was.

"You've been telling anyone who would listen that you aren't the father of this baby," she said, cupping her rounded stomach. "Well, Dylan, the test says otherwise. Congratulations; you are the father."

"You did something," said Dylan. "Faked the results. Something."

"And how do you think I managed to do that when you had the test under lock and key and practically placed a bodyguard by the lab entrance like you're the freaking mafia?"

"I didn't fucking sleep with you, Gina!"

A passing nurse glowered at Dylan's outburst.

"Then how do you explain this baby stretching out my belly?" asked Gina Kincaid. "With your DNA!"

"I – you – you did...something..."

"I read Brenda's interview," said Gina. "She said you had talked about having a third kid."

"The interview she did when our girls were little?" asked Dylan. "You've been stalking my family since my girls were little?!"

She had not stalked them, said Gina. The interview had been in one of her magazines and until Dylan's name had popped up within it, Gina hadn't had a clue that Brenda McKay might have any connection to Dylan.

"For all I know, she still didn't," said Gina. "There could be hundreds of Brenda McKays married to hundreds of Dylan McKays."

"Bullshit," said Dylan.

"You should feel grateful," said Gina. "Some people aren't able to have any kids, and Brenda was telling the world about how you both wanted a third; which, now you are."

"I wanted a third kid with my wife!" Dylan gritted his teeth. "My wife! Not you."

He ambled away, seeking a more private spot from potential eavesdroppers.

Gina followed him.

"Your youngest is how old?" she asked. "Brenda could have early menopause, for all you know."

"Shut the fuck up about my wife."

"She couldn't give you the third kid you so desperately wanted, but I, Dylan; I can. I am."

"This kid may have my DNA, somehow, but it is not my kid," said Dylan. "My kids are Adrianna and Calista. That's it. That's all. They're the only kids I need. Bren and I gave up on having another a long time ago, and not that it's any of your fucking business, but I'm good. I have two. I'm good."

"You're going to deny your own flesh and blood?"

"I want you out of my life."

"You hired me," said Gina.