She lied. Lied about the fucking pregnancy just to get a reaction from me? There’s no child… that makes me feel fucking weird when I had just made up my mind that there will be a kid and now she’s angry at me for fucking not being ecstatic before telling me she lied. “Well, I am, I have things to
VALERIE. “Is your Dad here?” I ask Zaia, as I cuddle the little Kaia. Goddess, Zaia and Sebastian make the cutest kids. She sucks her fingers before I remove her hand from her mouth and smile at her, tapping her juicy cheeks. “He is. He’s with Shelby,” she says quietly. Of course, they’ve been
“I missed you, Aunty,” she says, hugging me. “Aww, I missed you too hun.” She smiles before looking at the tea. “I made some for Grandad and Grandma. I didn’t see Uncle Atticus or Daddy, so I didn’t ask them.” “Your Dad was dealing with Xander, and I’m not sure where Zion is,” Zaia replies. “But
ZADE. Confusion ripples through me as I look at the older man before me. Why is he here? Do I turn and walk away? There are kids present and Valerie was shouting, but she seems fine. But I still turn to her just as she walks over to me. “Zade…” “Why were you shouting?” I ask quietly as she plac
I can hear them talking. There’s a window open somewhere, but I remain where I am, smoking my cigarette. “…joining us?” Zaia’s faint voice reaches me. “No,” Valerie’s voice comes. “Oh…” “Sorry,” Valerie’s quiet voice comes. “Don’t be. He has every right to do what feels best for him,” Hugh says
ZADE. It’s late at night, and Sebastian and Zaia’s older three kids have now gone up to bed and I’m relieved. For some reason, the Menace refused to stop looking at me all evening. The oldest, Zion, is pretty mature for his age, and he’s grown a lot from the last time I saw him. Sia, she’s decent
We fall silent, pondering on those words. “But we have to try, for their loved ones, for Adriana, for Atticus, for Linette and for Hugh,” Valerie says as Kaia now climbs onto my lap and stares up at me. Atticus looks up and nods slowly before he looks away, sighing heavily. “It’s rude to stare,” I
If I had any doubt before that something was bothering him, it’s gone. I can almost see the pain in his face, the music, and the way he’s pouring his soul into it. I wait, as his fingers fly over the piano keys, his heart thundering louder with every touch. Somehow the music feels nostalgic, remind