It’s nothing fancy, but it’s a life I’m used to and fine with. The one thing I’ve never been able to fully figure out is my relationship with my stepdaughter, Hyacinth.
It had been a long time—maybe over a year—since I’d heard from her. We never really hit it off, not since I married her mom, Lilith, when Hyacinth was still a teenager.
“Hey, Rufus,” she said, her voice surprisingly cheerful. “How about we grab dinner? There’s this new restaurant I want to try.”
At first, I didn’t know what to think. It had been so long since we spoke, and now she was inviting me to dinner? Was this her way of trying to make things right? To reconnect? If it was, I wasn’t about to say no. I’d been waiting for something like this for years—a chance to feel like family.
The restaurant was really upscale—way more than I’m used to. Dim lighting, dark wood, fancy waiters in neat uniforms. Hyacinth was already seated when I arrived, and she looked… different. She smiled when she saw me, but it didn’t quite feel genuine, like she was forcing it.
“Hey, Rufus! You made it!” she said as I sat down, but there was an odd tension in the air. She seemed like she was trying a little too hard to act normal. I tried to settle in and figure out what was really going on.
“Good, good,” she answered quickly, flipping through the menu. “You? Everything good with you?” Her tone was polite, but there was still this distance between us.
“Same old, same old,” I replied, but she wasn’t really paying attention. Before I could say more, she motioned to the waiter.
I hadn’t even looked at the menu yet, and she was already ordering the most expensive stuff. I went along with it, though. “Yeah, sure, whatever you like.”
But something felt off. She kept fidgeting in her seat, checking her phone, and her answers were short and cold. The whole evening felt strained, like she was there physically, but her mind was somewhere else.
“Yeah,” she mumbled, barely looking up from her lobster. “Been busy, you know?”
“Busy enough to disappear for a year?” I joked, trying to mask the disappointment in my voice. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.
It was like she was waiting for something to happen. I kept asking about her work, friends—anything to keep the conversation alive—but her responses were brief, and she wasn’t making eye contact.
The more time passed, the more it felt like I didn’t belong at that dinner, like there was something else going on that I wasn’t part of.
She smiled at me again and stood up quickly. “I’ll be right back,” she said, excusing herself. “Just need to use the washroom.”
I watched her leave, a heavy feeling in my chest. Something felt wrong. The waiter brought back the bill, and my heart sank when I saw the amount. It was way more than I anticipated.
Minutes went by, and the waiter hovered near me, waiting for me to pay. With a sigh, I handed over my card, feeling frustrated and confused. Did she really just leave me with the bill? Was this whole dinner just some kind of game?
I paid the bill, but all I felt was disappointment. I had hoped for a chance to reconnect, to talk about things we’d never talked about before. But now, it felt like I’d just been used for a free meal.
Turning around slowly, not sure what to expect, I saw Hyacinth standing there, holding a huge cake and grinning like she’d pulled off some kind of prank. She had a bunch of balloons in her hand, too, floating just above her head. I blinked, trying to process what was going on.
For a moment, I just stood there, frozen, trying to wrap my mind around what she’d just said. “A granddad?” I repeated, still not sure if I’d heard her correctly.
It took a second for the words to really sink in, and when they did, my chest tightened with emotion.
I stood there, still in shock. “Wait… you planned this?”
She nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. “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.”
“Of course, Rufus,” she replied, her tone gentler now. “I know we’ve had our differences, but I wanted you to be part of this. You’re going to be a granddad.”
Her words hit me harder than I expected. Hyacinth wasn’t the type to share her feelings, but here she was, reaching out to me. I swallowed hard, trying to find something to say. “I—I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything,” she added, her eyes locking onto mine. “I just wanted you to know that I want you in our lives. My life. And the baby’s life.”
I stood there, emotions flooding over me. The distance between us that had seemed so permanent was starting to dissolve. All the awkwardness from dinner didn’t matter anymore. “Hyacinth… I don’t know what to say. I never expected this.”
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I stepped forward and pulled her into a hug. She stiffened at first, probably just as surprised as I was, but then she relaxed into it. We stood there for what felt like ages, holding each other tight, balloons bobbing above us, and cake getting squished between us. But none of that mattered. For the first time in forever, I felt like I had my daughter back.
She pulled back slightly, wiping her eyes, but her smile never faded. “It means a lot to me too. I’m sorry I’ve been distant. I didn’t know how to… how to come back after everything. But I’m here now.”
I nodded, too choked up to speak. I just squeezed her hand, hoping she understood just how much this moment meant to me.
I chuckled, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand. “Yeah, probably.”
We grabbed the cake and balloons, walking out together. But something was different. The weight of years of distance and misunderstandings seemed to lift off my shoulders.
As we stepped out 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, grinning.
She beamed, gripping the balloons tightly. “Six months. You’ve got plenty of time to prepare, Grandpa.”
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