second chances won't leave us alone | p.t.v

Chapter Eleven: Surprise?

Chapter Eleven: Surprise?

Vic raised his eyebrow slightly. I started scratching my fingers on a loose piece of fabric, that stuck out of the armchair.

"Well, you know how we, uhh, ended." I spoke, clearing my throat. I saw him get slightly uncomfortable too.

"Ok, please hear me out before you say anything." He still look confused. I could see some worry in his expression, he could tell I was flipping out on the inside.

"Are you alright?" That questioned kinda killed me a little on the inside.

"I'm fine, now shush." He quirked his eyebrow up and smiled a little.

"Ok, well, as I told you I was messed up after I left you, like really messed up. I literally sat in the same spot for nearly two weeks straight. Each day I'd be like 'today is the day your gonna get off your arse and do something with yourself.' But each day I'd wake and up and be like, 'nope not happening.'" His eyebrows were furrowed.

"I think it was around about the three week mark when my phone rang, again. This time I did pick it up. I nearly hung up on them cause I thought it was someone trying to play a cruel joke on me. It was a lady from the San Diego hospital and, well she told me the doctors had read the scan wrong." I paused to see if he understood where I was going with it. I could see his eyes searching for the answer before he went completely stiff, his eyes widened and he stare at me.

"Annalise isn't Casey's, she's my, well, your daughter." I spoke slowly keeping my eyes on him apprehensively the whole time. The fact he hadn't moved or, it looked like, even breathed, was making me worried.

"Please god tell me I didn't just put you into shock." I freaked, burying my face in my hands.

"I was going to tell you earlier I was just afraid you know, I hadn't seen you for five years and I didn't know what to do, I'm sorry. I don't know why I was just scared, I guess." My words all jumbled together as my freak out mode set in.

"She's my daughter?" He questioned in a low voice. I tried to put on a smile but it probably looked uncomfortable on my face. My face was burning and I felt a bit sick.

"Ummm, yeah."

"I have a daughter." He mumbled. His eyes finally flicked to mine.

"I have a fucking daughter." His brown eyes were wider than the moon and kinda of scaring me.

"Well, I sure hope she's yours." I put out, trying to lighten the mood.

"Holy shit."

"Your iced coffees." The waitress was back and gave us huge smiles and placed the glasses on the table between us. I stared at the lovely golden content, the cream looked mouth watering with chocolate sprinkled over it. Damn it looked delicious. Ok not important right.

"But, how did it, what did, I don't know, what?" He rambled on.

"I called you seven times in the space of two minutes when I found out." I admitted, reaching forward and grabbing a glass, hiding my face behind it. I was surprised when he grabbed both sides of his face.

"Fuck, I remember that, I didn't want to answer, I was trying to prove to myself I didn't need you. Fuck." He groaned, throwing his head back against the back of his chair.

"Wait, no, I blame Mike, he wouldn't let me answer. That bastard." He growled. Placing his hands over his face.

"I also went to the house." I mumbled quietly. He peaked his fingers open and stared at me.

"You didn't."

"How did you manage to get it on sale so quickly?"

"No, no, no." He muttered to himself. I swirled my fingertip on the side of my glass.