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I can't believe he heard me. Meeting Dohee's father wasn't even supposed to happen- or at least not now. I was supposed to find him when I felt ready. I'm definitely not ready now. He's right in front of me and I don't know if I can tell him that I do have a daughter and she's his too.
Winwin is too young and I need someone responsible in Dohee's life. That's saying if he steps up as her father. Just looking at him I can tell he's not ready to be a father of an almost two-year-old. Not to mention I know nothing about him. I don't know what he'll do after knowing he has a child with me.
Worst-case scenario... he tries to take full custody of Dohee. It could happen. He's rich and... I'm not. That's it. I made up my mind.
I won't tell him.
"Munhee, do you have a daughter?" he asked once again. "I don't know if I misheard you. You were a bit quiet."
I avoid all possible eye contact with him as I place May's book back on the shelf. I finally replied with a nod.
He slowly walks in the room, sliding his hand down his mouth. "If you don't mind, can I ask... how old she is?"
I turn over. "She's um... three," I lied.
Winwin placed his back against the wall and said, "So you had already brought a child into this world when we met...? I don't remember seeing any stretch marks when we," he glances at May. "You know...?"
"Obviously I had a whole year to get them off." I look at him. "Did you think she was yours or something?" I chuckled when asking my question but in reality I was shitting bricks on how nervous I was to getting caught in my lie.
"N-No." He shook his head. "I was just asking out of curiosity. That's all."
If he wasn't so gullible and knew how hard it really is to get stretch marks out, the secret would have been out and he would have been filled with all sorts of emotions. Mostly likely disappointment.
Winwin looked around the room as the awkward tension risen. "So I checked up on Lu earlier and he's fast asleep. Do you want to talk now?" he asks.
"Let's talk."
I walk past Winwin and head down stairs. He follows. We sat in the living room with more awkward silence. I wait for Winwin to say something but nothing was coming out of him. I'm not saying a word until he does. He is the one who wanted to speak to me after all.
I'd be okay with ignoring him for as long as I have to.
"Sorry about the silence. That was me processing that you're actually here and not just a wet dream- sorry, I shouldn't have said that. That was uncalled for. Anyway, I would like to sincerely apologize to you, Munhee. In the past, I let my immaturity and my hormones get the best of me and lied to you about my age. I should have been upfront with you and I wasn't. I'm deeply sorry and I apologize if I caused any inconvenience in your life."
