Don't Let Go
Never a Doubt
Once we came back from the trip Patrick had been putting off, and putting off the paternal test he told me he was going to get once we came back from the trip. “Patrick! All you have to do is go to the doctors and take one simple blood sample, that’s it! What’s your problem? Are you afraid of needles or something?” I said finally blowing my top.
“Bridget, I want to, I really do. But I just don’t want you to be disappointed if Jake is the father.” I crossed my arms, “Pat come on, I’ll be fine either way, just go to the doctor and get it over with then.”
He sighed, “Fine,” I smiled and held my head high, “Thank you, now I’ll make you appointment.” I grabbed the phone and dialed, “Hi, yes I’d like to make an appointment for my husband and my daughter for a paternity test, yes his name is Patrick Kane, K as kite, a-n-e. Okay that’s fine. Thank you.” I hung up the phone, “See now that wasn’t that hard. You have an appointment next Friday and you don’t have a game that day so don’t try and pull that crap on me.”
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The week came and went and Pat and Kate went to the hospital to take the test. They came home with matching Elmo band aids on their fingers. “Oh my gosh Mommy this girl is amazing, she didn’t cry what so ever! I was so proud of her.” I folded my arms over my chest, “And did you cry?” His mouth opened and his eyes got wide, “Babe, do you really think that a professional hockey player like me would cry when I get my finger pricked? Well it may shock you but I didn’t cry!” he stuck his tongue out at me.
Kate has been getting bigger and bigger lately and she still looks like Pat. “How do you not see it?” I said picking Kate out of her crib. “See what?” He asked me, “How do you not see that she looks exactly like you!” He shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know, maybe its cause I don’t look at myself as much as you do.” He smirked.
“Hey, it’s not my fault you’re just adorable.” I looked over and took Kate away from him, “But not as adorable as you my little princess.” I said in a baby voice. He rolled his eyes, “What? She’s my daughter, she’s only 8 months old I think I can talk baby talk around her.”
A package arrived that day and we opened it up when Kate was taking her nap. “Ohmygod! Pat the wedding photos are finally here, I completely forgot about them!” It was beautiful, it was a nice black photo album with silver writing with our full names on it the front, and the best part was the first picture. My family.
“Bridget are you crying?” He asked in a sympathetic voice.
“What? I can’t get emotional over the same exact picture that was taken at my parents wedding.”
“Well you can but it’s the first picture, I can’t wait to see the other ones.”
We were lying on the couch the entire time Kate was sleeping looking through each and every one of the pictures.
“Ha Ha! Bridge look at your face!” he was making the comment towards how idiotic he looked going in for the guarder.
“Look at my face? Look at how stupid you’re being!” I laughed at him.
He got serious for a second.
“Touché,”
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“PATRICK! The test results are here!” I shouted into Kate’s room where he was feeding Kate in the rocking chair. He came sliding in the room on the wooden floors, “Well, what are you waiting for? Open it!” Pat said excitedly.
“Wow, excited much? You didn’t even want to do this before, and now you want me to hastily open the envelope.” I lifted up the medal wings that kept it securely closed and opened it to a professional looking piece of paper. I started reading aloud as Pat was still feeding Kate.
“Dear Kane family, first of all thank you for using blah, blah, blah. We don’t need to read that.” I skimmed down to one of the last paragraphs, my eyes went wide and I was in tears. “Bridget? What is it what do the test results say?”
A big smile came to my face, “This is your baby girl.”
“Bridget, I want to, I really do. But I just don’t want you to be disappointed if Jake is the father.” I crossed my arms, “Pat come on, I’ll be fine either way, just go to the doctor and get it over with then.”
He sighed, “Fine,” I smiled and held my head high, “Thank you, now I’ll make you appointment.” I grabbed the phone and dialed, “Hi, yes I’d like to make an appointment for my husband and my daughter for a paternity test, yes his name is Patrick Kane, K as kite, a-n-e. Okay that’s fine. Thank you.” I hung up the phone, “See now that wasn’t that hard. You have an appointment next Friday and you don’t have a game that day so don’t try and pull that crap on me.”
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The week came and went and Pat and Kate went to the hospital to take the test. They came home with matching Elmo band aids on their fingers. “Oh my gosh Mommy this girl is amazing, she didn’t cry what so ever! I was so proud of her.” I folded my arms over my chest, “And did you cry?” His mouth opened and his eyes got wide, “Babe, do you really think that a professional hockey player like me would cry when I get my finger pricked? Well it may shock you but I didn’t cry!” he stuck his tongue out at me.
Kate has been getting bigger and bigger lately and she still looks like Pat. “How do you not see it?” I said picking Kate out of her crib. “See what?” He asked me, “How do you not see that she looks exactly like you!” He shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know, maybe its cause I don’t look at myself as much as you do.” He smirked.
“Hey, it’s not my fault you’re just adorable.” I looked over and took Kate away from him, “But not as adorable as you my little princess.” I said in a baby voice. He rolled his eyes, “What? She’s my daughter, she’s only 8 months old I think I can talk baby talk around her.”
A package arrived that day and we opened it up when Kate was taking her nap. “Ohmygod! Pat the wedding photos are finally here, I completely forgot about them!” It was beautiful, it was a nice black photo album with silver writing with our full names on it the front, and the best part was the first picture. My family.
“Bridget are you crying?” He asked in a sympathetic voice.
“What? I can’t get emotional over the same exact picture that was taken at my parents wedding.”
“Well you can but it’s the first picture, I can’t wait to see the other ones.”
We were lying on the couch the entire time Kate was sleeping looking through each and every one of the pictures.
“Ha Ha! Bridge look at your face!” he was making the comment towards how idiotic he looked going in for the guarder.
“Look at my face? Look at how stupid you’re being!” I laughed at him.
He got serious for a second.
“Touché,”
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“PATRICK! The test results are here!” I shouted into Kate’s room where he was feeding Kate in the rocking chair. He came sliding in the room on the wooden floors, “Well, what are you waiting for? Open it!” Pat said excitedly.
“Wow, excited much? You didn’t even want to do this before, and now you want me to hastily open the envelope.” I lifted up the medal wings that kept it securely closed and opened it to a professional looking piece of paper. I started reading aloud as Pat was still feeding Kate.
“Dear Kane family, first of all thank you for using blah, blah, blah. We don’t need to read that.” I skimmed down to one of the last paragraphs, my eyes went wide and I was in tears. “Bridget? What is it what do the test results say?”
A big smile came to my face, “This is your baby girl.”
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7/16/14