See Jeanne Pt. 01 to see where we started.
The next few weeks were hard. Spoke to my Daughter, Jeanne, almost every day. She seemed to be doing better dealing with the death of her mother, my ex-wife.
The ex-wifes wife, Diane, was around also and we spoke quite often.
About a week before Jeanne was to return from college for the summer, Diane called and asked to come by, she had something to discuss. I figured it was about the estate and what we needed to do for Jeanne with some assets.
She dropped by that evening, hugged me as she came through the door, walked over to the bar and poured a half glass of bourbon. I watched somewhat amazed.
"I didn't think you liked bourbon."
"I don't. This is for you," placing the glass in front of me.
"Well shit, what is it you needed to see me about?"
Diane took a deep breath, "Jeanne's pregnant."
"What, did something happen at school? Did she hook up with someone while she was back here?"
"No, but it did happen while she was home," she said looking right at me.
I looked at her for a second, then I realized what she was saying to me, "Oh fuck. It's from when we slept together?"
Diane nodded. "She said she was just so caught up in her emotions, she wanted to be as close to you as she could be. Jeanne is allergic to the ingredients in birth control pills, so she has a diaphragm or requires condoms. It was right in the middle of her ovulation. Was probably pregnant the morning she left, or shortly thereafter."
I took a big gulp of the drink. "What does she want to do?"
"She wants to have your baby. Jeanne is going to move back here when the semester is over, have the baby and see where it goes from there."
I just stared at Diane, "I don't know what to say."
She came over and hugged me, "Just be open to what she has to say. She loves you very much and you love her. I am here for both of you."
"Thanks, I should go call her."
"No not now. She wanted you to know but is not prepared to talk to you yet. When she gets home Friday you can talk. I will let her know we did and see where it goes."
Diane left shortly thereafter and I sat there stunned. What were we going to do? Jeanne could not let this ruin her life. I wanted to talk to her to hold her, but could not, yet. About an hour later my phone dinged, a text message.
"I love you Daddy," was all it said.
Texting back, "I love you too, see you soon."