Hey Mr. President I Think You're My Daddy
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2 Yrs Later
'Katalina'
2 yrs have gone by since my mom told me that my dad wasn't really my dad but to be truthful I don't care. He raised me since I was a baby and I could care less about the other douche. If he hadn't wanted anything to do with me before I want nothing to do with him now. But the thing is that I don't know.
My mom died in a car accident two months after she told me. So I never found out anything else simply because I didn't want to ask. I felt like I was hurting my dad by asking him questions and I just didn't want to have to go through the hurt of the other man not wanting to know me.
Call me chicken shit I don't care. Would you want to go through the trouble of finding someone you've never met and have them say that they don't want to get to know you? Doubtful, but I guess I'm just too chicken to even try or at least that's what Kyle tells me. Stupid cheerio.
"Hey fruit loop! Where are you?" Speak of the devil and he shall come.
"In my room!" I sighed and turned off my computer to wired to sit and write my paper that by the way was due in 2 days.
"So you done with your paper yet?" He asked jumping on my bed causing Sammie, my 10 month old Samoyed(IDK if its spelled right. But their fluffy white dogs and I love em! Even if their a pain in the ass to keep white!) to growl at him.
"Jeesh calm down killer."
"She doesn't like dicks." I informed him ignoring his look.
"But I'm gay!"
"So you still have a rod between your legs." He just rolled his eyes and rubbed her head trying to get her to go back to sleep.
"So... have you thought about what I said?" I sighed I knew this was coming but a part of me hoped he would just let it drop.
"Not really." Total lie.
"Why? Kat you can't really think the guy won't like you." I sighed, again.
Kyle had sat me down a couple nights ago with his dad, who just happens to be a private investigator. Basically they said that if I wanted his dad would look around and see if he could find any information on my sperm donor free of charge. I had instantly declined, afraid of what he might find, but they eventually wore me down enough to at least think about it. Truth was I hadn't been able to stop thinking about it. I mean would it be so bad to actually find out who my real dad was? But of course I was too chicken to accept his offer, yet, and he totally understood.
"Kat? Hun he'll love you or I'll beat his ass with a twizzler!" I laughed. If you knew Kyle you would know he'd be too worried about his hair or clothes or something to fight anyone for anything, except me. He's sworn over and over again he would do anything for my skinny white ass as he puts it. And he's proven that point, beating up guys that can't take a hint and plenty of other things.
"I don't know Kyle. I mean what if he doesn't want anything to do with me?" I could feel the tears forming in my eyes, and I silently cursed mother nature for giving me my monthly today.
"He'll have to love you you're his kid." I just shook my head and tried to keep the tears in.
"I don't know I'll talk to dad about it and see what he thinks, kay?"
"He'll just want you to be happy." He said and then fell off of my bed landing on his head when Sammie barked in her sleep.
I laughed and laughed until he decided to hit me in the head with my pillow. Which of course started a very mature pillow fight.
~$~
"Dad!" I yelled walking into my father's apartment not bothering to knock. Never did before why start now? Besides its not like he'll be doing something I would do, hopefully.
"Yea hun?" He walked out of the kitchen wearing his apron.
"I need to talk to you about somethings." I said trying to keep a straight face when I smelled the smoke of whatever he was trying to cook. "Daddy! You weren't trying to cook again were you!?"
He just shifted guiltily on his feet and didn't look at me. "It was just popcorn!"
"You're wearing your apron to make popcorn?" When he nodded I shook my head and walked into the kitchen and cleaned up his mess.
"Thanks. All though I could have cleaned it up." He said trying to take off his apron and choking himself in the process.
"You know you can always move in with me and Kyle, right?"
"Kyle and I, doll. And I am not a child, I am a grown man I can take care of myself. Also I don't think I'd be able to put up with you two bringing different people home every night."
"Okay, just offering. No need to get all worked up."
"So I'm assuming you came to talk about finding your real dad?"
"Yea. I just don't know what to do." He nodded and we walked into the living room where the football game was on.
"Do you want to find him?" I shrugged.
"Kinda, maybe, I don't know. I don't want to find him and find out he doesn't want anything to do with me, you know?" He nodded and asked something that had been my main reason for not wanting to find him.
"Are you afraid that looking for him will hurt my feelings?" I nodded and he hugged me tightly.
"I don't wanna make you feel like I don't love you. Cause you'll always be my dad no matter what a blood test says. You were the one that took care of me not him."
He smiled close to tears. "Honey, I just want you to be happy. You know that. If you want to find your real dad I'll support you. As for him not wanting you I don't think anyone could not want you."
"Thanks dad. But I still don't know."
I left my father's even more confused. I didn't know what I was gonna do but I had a feeling I would need Kyle's Dad's phone number pretty soon.
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