Page 13 of Royal Fling
She looked just like the man. Or the man looked just like her. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t seen it earlier at the airport.
Had that been why I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off him? Why he was so irresistible to look at?
No, it couldn’t be that. This wasn’t an Oedipal mess. This was just clear attraction for the young man.
Who just so happened to resemble the woman who raised me.
“Are you… my mother?” he asked, and Nonny burst into tears, uncontrollable, inconsolable tears.
“Miss Ojo doesn’t have a child,” I informed the man even though I had no idea what was going on.
Fisayo was childless. I’d known her since I was a babe. I was pretty sure if she’d had a child, she would have told me. She would have taken holidays to go back to her son. But she hadn’t. Fisayo’s holidays were our holidays. Wherever we went, she went with us.
“I-I-I do,” she said with a struggle.
Her sobs were so erratic she could hardly string a sentence, let alone two words, together.
The man, Lucas, brushed past me in a blur and attacked Fisayo with both arms. From the corner of my eye, I saw Erik and Yannis ready to pounce, but I raised an arm in the air and watched as Nonny embraced the man back, crying in his shoulder, wetting his shirt, and my own tears started to sting.
Bethany stepped up beside me with tears in her eyes, too.
“She’s his birth mother,” she whispered, and things suddenly clicked.
But then again…
When did Fisayo get pregnant? When did she give birth? Why would she give up her son? What was going on? Why had she never told me? I thought we shared everything. She knew things about me that no one else in the world did.
We watched them cry and embrace for minutes before they drew away from each other and Lucas helped clear her tears from her eyes.
“You must have… so many questions,” she said.
“So do I,” I said.
They turned to look at me, and Lucas raised an eyebrow.
“Please tell me he’snotmy father,” he said, and Fisayo laughed.
She laughed so loud she started crying again. But this time, she composed herself quickly.
“How did you find me?” she asked.
“This family tree website. Legacy,” he said.
I had heard of that website. In fact, I was a benefactor to the company.
“I did that years ago. I was hoping…” she sniffed again.
Erik passed by me and handed Fisayo a tissue.
Of course. That was what people did in situations such as these. I wish I had thought of that. I wanted to be there for Nonny, even if I didn’t know what was happening.
“I only did my test a few months ago,” he said.
Fisayo smiled and caressed Lucas’s cheek, then sniffed and turned toward the reception room.
“Come on in. We probably should be sitting down for this,” she said.
Yeah, I needed to sit down, too. And preferably with a stiff drink. Something told me this was going to be a long night.
