Nothing too exciting, but I’ve always been okay with that. The one thing I never quite figured out is my relationship with my stepdaughter, Hyacinth.

It had been a quiet year — or maybe longer — since I’d heard anything from her. We never really clicked, not since I married her mother, Lilith, when she was still a teenager.

She always kept her distance, and I guess, over time, I stopped trying as hard too. But I was surprised when she called me out of the blue, sounding oddly cheerful.

“Hey, Rufus,” she said, her voice almost too upbeat, “How about we grab dinner? There’s this new restaurant I want to try.”

At first, I didn’t know what to say. Hyacinth hadn’t reached out in ages. Was this her way of mending fences? Trying to build some kind of bridge between us? If she was, I was all for it. For years, I’d wanted that. I wanted to feel like we were some version of family.

“Sure,” I replied, hoping for a fresh start. “Just tell me where and when.”

“Hey, Rufus! You made it!” she greeted me, and there was this weird energy about her. It was as if she was trying too hard to seem relaxed. I sat down across from her, trying to read the room.

“So, how’ve you been?” I asked, hoping for some real conversation.

“Good, good,” she said quickly, scanning the menu. “You? Everything good with you?” Her tone was polite but distant.

“We’ll have the lobster,” she said with a quick smile my way, “And maybe the steak too. What do you think?”

I blinked, a little caught off guard. I hadn’t even looked at the menu, but she was already ordering the priciest items. I shrugged it off. “Yeah, sure, whatever you like.”

But the whole situation felt strange. She seemed nervous, shifting in her seat, glancing at her phone every now and then, and giving me these clipped responses.

As the meal went on, I tried to steer the conversation toward something deeper, something meaningful. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I’ve missed catching up with you.”

“Busy enough to disappear for a year?” I asked, half-joking, but the sadness in my voice was harder to hide.

She looked at me for a second, then back at her plate. “You know how it is. Work, life…”

Her eyes kept darting around like she was waiting for someone or something. I kept trying, asking her about her job, friends, anything to keep the conversation going, but she wasn’t giving me much. Short answers, no eye contact.

Then the bill came. I reached for it automatically, pulling out my card, ready to pay as planned. But just as I was about to hand it over, Hyacinth leaned in close to the waiter and whispered something. I couldn’t catch it.

Before I could ask, she shot me a quick smile and stood up. “I’ll be right back,” she said, “Just need to use the washroom.”

I watched her walk away, my stomach sinking. Something wasn’t right. The waiter handed me the bill, and my heart skipped when I saw the total. It was outrageous — far more than I’d expected.

Minutes ticked by. The waiter hovered, looking at me expectantly. With a sigh, I handed him my card, swallowing the disappointment. What had just happened? Did she really just… bail?

I paid, feeling a knot form in my chest. As I walked toward the exit, a wave of frustration and sadness washed over me. All I wanted was a chance to reconnect, to talk like we never had before. And now, it felt like I’d just been used for a free dinner.

But just as I reached the door, ready to leave, I heard a sound behind me.

I turned around slowly, not sure what I was about to face. My stomach was still twisted in knots, but when I saw Hyacinth standing there, my breath caught in my throat.

She was holding this enormous cake, grinning like a kid who’d pulled off the ultimate prank, and in her other hand was a bunch of balloons bobbing gently above her head. I blinked, trying to make sense of what was happening.

Before I could say anything, she beamed at me and blurted out, “You’re gonna be a granddad!”

For a second, I just stood there, stunned, my mind racing to catch up with her words. “A granddad?” I repeated, feeling like I’d missed something huge.

She laughed, her eyes sparkling with that same nervous energy she’d had during dinner. Only now, it all made sense. “Yes! I wanted to surprise you,” she said, taking a step closer and holding up the cake like a trophy. It was white with blue and pink icing, and in big letters across the top, it read, “Congrats, Grandpa!”

I blinked again, still trying to wrap my head around it. “Wait… you planned this?”

She nodded, the balloons swaying as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “I was working with the waiter the whole time! I wanted it to be special. That’s why I kept disappearing—I wasn’t ditching you, I swear. I wanted to give you the surprise of a lifetime.”

I looked down at the cake, at Hyacinth’s face, and everything started to fall into place. “You did all this for me?” I asked quietly, still feeling a bit like I was in a dream.

“Of course, Rufus,” she said, her voice softening. “I know we’ve had our differences, but I wanted you to be part of this. You’re going to be a granddad.”

She paused, biting her lip, like she wasn’t sure what my reaction would be. “I guess I wanted to tell you in a way that would show you how much I care.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” she said, her eyes locking with mine. “I just wanted you to know that I want you in our lives. My life. And the baby’s life.”

Hyacinth let out a shaky breath, and I could tell this wasn’t easy for her. “I know we’ve had a tough time, Rufus. I wasn’t the easiest kid. But… I’ve grown up. And I want you to be part of this family.”

For a second, I just stared at her, my heart swelling with emotions I hadn’t let myself feel for years. The distance, the tension between us — it all seemed to fade in that moment.

I didn’t care about the awkward dinner or the silence from before. All I cared about was that she was standing here, in front of me, giving me this incredible gift. “Hyacinth… I don’t know what to say. I never expected this.”

“I didn’t expect to be pregnant either!” she said, laughing, and for the first time in years, it wasn’t forced. It was real. “But here we are.”

She stiffened for a moment, probably just as surprised as I was, but then she melted into it. We stood there, holding each other, balloons bouncing above us, cake squished between us, and for the first time in a long, long time, I felt like I had my daughter back.

“I’m so happy for you,” I whispered into her hair, my voice thick with emotion. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”

She smiled, glancing down at the cake between us. “We should probably get out of here before they kick us out,” she joked, her voice lighter now. “This is probably the weirdest granddad announcement they’ve ever had.”

I chuckled, wiping at the corners of my eyes with the back of my hand. “Yeah, probably.”

We grabbed the cake and balloons, and as we walked out of the restaurant, something inside me had shifted.

As we stepped into the cool night air, I looked over at Hyacinth, feeling lighter than I had in years. “So, when’s the big day?” I asked, finally letting the excitement settle in.

She grinned, holding the balloons tight in her hand. “Six months. You’ve got plenty of time to prepare, Grandpa.”

And just like that, the wall between us crumbled. We weren’t perfect, but we were something better; we were family.

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