The Glory Of Love - Timmy Matley

Chapter 16

I must have misheard the conversation. Timmy's not a dad. He doesn't have a son. Does he?

"What was that all about? Is everything alright babe?" I asked putting my hand on his arm. He pulled away and just stood there staring at the wall.

"T? Come on, you look like you've seen a ghost. What's up?". He looked up at me and mumbled something before grabbing his phone from the coffee table and rushing into his bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

I could faintly hear him talking, but I couldn't work out what he was saying, or who he was talking to. Deciding it was best to give him his privacy and I went into the kitchen and flipped the kettle on. A million questions went running through my head again. Was Timmy hiding something from me? Does he have a son? Does he even know himself? But what does that mean for us? What if he leaves me to get back with her?

*An hour and a half later*

I was sitting on the sofa staring at a blank TV screen when Timmy finally came out of the bedroom, he chucked his phone down on the table and sighed loudly as he slumped down next to me. I sat up a bit and looked at him, a tear trickled down his cheek.

"Timmy, you're scaring me now. What's wrong?" I asked, putting my arm around him. He sighed again and ran his hand through his hair before taking my hand.

"[YN], there's something I need to tell you, I have a 5 year old son, to that girl you saw me with last night, and I can honestly tell you that his is the first I know about it." He bit his lip, waiting for a reaction.

"I don't know what to say Timmy, I really don't. But what about us? We're not..." I said before he cut me off.

"Oh, this doesn't affect us babe, not at all, I'm going to meet up him and his mum tomorrow, and you're coming, we're all going to sort this out together." He smiled and was about to pull me in for a hug but stopped suddenly, rested his hands on my shoulders.

"As long as that's alright with you? Being in a relationship with a dad? Having a little kid running around the place?" he asked, with a sparkle of hope in his eyes. I thought for a few seconds before smiling.

"Of course it is babe, as long as you're happy, so am I". He grinned the biggest grin I've ever seen and pulled me in, squeezing me tightly.

"Thank you so much [YN], I couldn't ask for anyone more perfect than you". More tears began to fall down his cheek, at least this time they were happy tears.

"Hey" I chuckled, wiping them away.

"So, 5 you say, come on then, what's his name?"

 "Olly" Timmy replied smiling.

"Oliver Timothy Blake Matley, Poppy, my ex, says she's going to send me a picture of him, and then once she's picked him up from nursery and sorted his tea out she'll ring me and we can arrange what's happening tomorrow."

"Aww great, that's a lovely name, but there's one thing that I don't understand." I said frowning.

"Why I've only just found out now? 5 and a half years after he was born?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah? How did you know that was it?" I asked confused. Timmy let out a little half laugh,

"Because that was the first thing I asked her. Apparently she found out once we'd broken up, she searched and searched for me for ages, but didn't have any luck, and then she tried again once he was born, that's when she came across me, and found out about the band and everything, she said I seemed so happy, and worry free, so it was best not to tell me, because it might ruin everything I had." He looked at the floor and rested his chin on his clenched hand, and his elbow on his knee. I was about to say something when he continued.

"But now he's at that age when he's started asking things like why he hasn't got a daddy like everybody else and if he was different because he didn't have one. She said she kept putting it off, told Olly his dad had just moved away to work, and she didn't think she'd ever be able to get in touch with me so didn't even bother trying. So I guess when she saw me last night, must have been what's made her go for it. And being too drunk to tell me last night, she ended up hunting down Lance, thinking that he was her best shot at getting to me."

Once again I didn't know what to say.

"Woah, well at least you know now, and after tomorrow you'll have met him. It's the start of something new" I smiled pulling him in for a hug.

*15 minutes later*

As I was getting up to go and make some tea, Timmy's phone vibrated on the table 'Poppy - New message: 1 attachment'. He grabbed his phone, took a deep breath and I sat back down next to him as he opened the message. 'Here he is!!' read the message and with it was a picture of a little boy beaming at the camera, with messy blond hair and big blue eyes.

"Awwww" we both cried in unison.

"He's definitely got your smile!" I said, kissing Timmy on the cheek and putting my arm around him.

He laughing and began to cry again.

"That's my boy."