Royals: Next Generation

Chapter 23

Aniah POV
~1 Week Later~

"I'm not ready to tell him and not gonna do that to him, Jason. He's gonna be heart broken and I don't want him to hate me." I said then let out a sigh.

Jason thinks it's time to tell Andre that his father isn't really Jason. Jason thinks that since Andre is older, he can deal with it but I don't think so. I've never planned on telling Andre and Tyrese and it makes me sick to even think about it.

"You can't lie to him for the rest of his life Aniah. You're about to bring another child into the world, think about how unfair it is that Clara and our unborn will know their father but Andre doesn't. Tell him while you can."

"I'm not lying. He thinks you're his father and hasn't asked otherwise. I don't want to confuse him." I whined.

"Nothing you say can justify you not letting him know byes about to be 13 years old. He deserves to know. I'm always gonna be his dad and I'm always gonna treat him like my son but in reality, he isn't my child. I'm not saying you should introduce him to Tyrese by force but at least let him know wassup." Jason said. He walked around me and pick up Clara from the floor where she knockout around her toys.

"ANDRE! Come down here, your momma needs to speak to you!" Jason yelled while walking up the stairs.

He's such a fucking asshole! I didn't plan on telling Andre today! Now I have zero choice. All I can do is pray for the best.

"Momma, I was gonna do the dishes after I finished my homework." Andre said walking into the living room.

"I need to talk to you real quick. Come have a seat." I said. He shrugged and sat next to me casually and out his arm behind his head...just like Tyrese.

"So, I need to tell you something and I don't know how you're going to take it and I don't want you to hate me for it. Just know that everything I've done has been for your and my best interest." I looked down and fiddled with my fingers.

"Wassup mom? You know I can't hate you no matter what you tell me." He said, giving me a big bright smile, showing his clear braces.

"So, about 12-13 years ago, I lived in Chicago before I moved to Spain and finally here, California. Well, when I lived in Chicago, I dated this guy on and off for a long time. Our relationship was toxic. Like, I loved him but he didn't love me as much as I loved him because he was unfaithful. No matter how many times he cheated, I always forgave him which wasn't smart." I said, he just continued to look at me with his dark brown eyes, making me feel even more guilty.

"DeAndre, his name is Tyrese Mitchell and he's your biological father. Please don't hate me for not telling you but it was just best for you." I said. He didn't show any emotion on his face and he just stared at me.

"I know." Is all he said.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. How the hell...?

"What do you mean?"

"I know that he's my real dad. You and pops don't really talk about things lowly or privately and I overheard y'all talking about it 2 years ago. I've never been mad about it but I'm just confused. Like, I know y'all had your issue but why prevent me from having any type of relationship with my biological parent?" He asked.