Alternate Ending 2
Who's Your daddy?
"Mrs. Madden?"
I looked up at the doctor when he called my name. I followed him into the small office decorated in maroon and gold. It reminded me of pier one.
"I have the results."
I nodded.
"Are you sure you want them now? What about your husband?"
"Tell me." I said demandingly, like I was in control.
The doc nodded.
"According to the DNA…the father is most definitely Joel Madden."
I sighed with relief, but sadness. Paul wasn't the father. Paul was probably never going to be a father. He would be heartbroken. I felt terrible. I felt like that was my fault.
I had made the wrong decisions so long ago. The decision to remain with Joel, pretend to love him, because I didn't wanna be alone. Because I was selfish. The decision to sleep with Paul, knowing full well the consequences of my actions. Falling in love with Paul and falling in love with Joel, all over again. I had torn everyone's life apart.
Everyone's. Even mine. I felt selfish. I was selfish. I had only ever cared about me.
I didn't cry as I drove to Joel's house. I even called Paul and talked in an even tone. Paul's truck was in the driveway when I pulled in. I didn't sit and debate. I turned off the engine stuck my keys in my purse and went inside.
"Lucy?" Joel came to the door as I entered. "Where have you been?"
I saw Paul leaning against the door frame.
"Sit." I ordered, hanging my purse on the rack. "Both of you."
Once seated, I cleared my throat.
"I've been to the doctor."
They both watched me intently.
"He says that short stuff is Joel's."
Paul shut his eyes tightly and dropped his head to his chest. Joel looked to be deep in thought. I cleared my throat again and both men gazed at me.
"I don't want to lie anymore. I don't want to hurt anybody anymore. I know that I screwed up really bad and that it's never gonna be okay. I'm sorry. That I hurt you both of you. and I'm sorry I hurt my baby. I'm sorry I was afraid of the truth. But I do know the truth now."
Both Joel and Paul had their heads down.
"What is the truth, Lucy?" Paul asked somberly.
"Awful."