Ethan Allen Doyle is Oliver’s Daddy – #fridayfiction
When she steps into the vestibule her mind slides back to a sadder day, the day of Edward’s funeral. Before the melancholy of remembering can take hold, a young man steps up to her.
“May I?” he asks and offers his arm. Ophelia smiles.
“Thank you,” she says and slides her hand into the opening that is offered.
Charlie Doyle is Oliver’s brother. Together he and Ophelia walk slowly down the aisle.
The first pew is the only spot where there are still seats. The left side is reserved for the bride’s family, the right side for the groom’s. Charlie guides Ophelia to the pew on the left side and waits for her to smooth her skirt and sit. Once she is seated, he gives a pleasant nod and turns back to the vestibule. Ophelia is the only person in that pew. She is Annie’s family.
The tall white-haired man on the right side looks across at Ophelia and smiles. He stands, goes to her and extends his hand.
“Please,” he says, “come and sit with Laura and me. We should be one family now.”
Ophelia takes his hand and stands. “Thank you, Ethan.” They have met only once before, but Ophelia feels she has known him for a long time. His eyes are the same blue as Oliver’s, and although his lips are thinner now his smile is the same. Ethan Allen Doyle is Oliver’s daddy.