I'm getting a cold, so I'm a bit slower than usual.
Ripley’s pov “Ripley?” How did I end up here? Oh, right, I was dumb and offered to do this, multiple times! We were fully moved into our new house, and I loved living there. Cas was there almost every night, and even though Cas was still not really moving forward with everything because he was waiting until the divorce, at least a date was set to start the proceedings. And then… I offered to do the stupid interview. Why? I am awkward. I talk way too much, and those are both qualities that don’t make for good TV. I’d either spill something that I shouldn’t, literally or figuratively, because my glass of water is so dangerously close to my leg that I can’t keep still for the life of me. Or I’ll say something that I’m not supposed to say, spilling the tea, so to speak. Cas’ PR guy had coached us to avoid certain topics, and my mind is empty as to what those topics were. I’m covered in make-up, in a now-make-up look that actually took almost 2 hours to apply. And I’m sweati
Hi! Thanks for letting me know. I accidentally uploaded chapters 53 and 54 as one. Since this will cost you extra, I'll make sure the next chapter I'll type (tomorrow) will be free. I've removed that portion of the chapter, but it will take some time for my editor to approve the change. Once again, sorry. I've been so tired, and I didn't pay attention. My youngest has been waking up multiple times at night because of coughing, mosquito bites, etc. And now he's infected me, lol. So now I'm the one coughing all day. Anyway, I'll pay more attention in the future and double check my work more thoroughly. lots of love, Naomi. Ps. Don't forgot to check my pages. I haven't posted much lately, but I usually post pictures or videos whenever I post a chapter here. I'm on F, I and T.
Cas’ pov Motherfuckers. I knew we should have gone with Patrick’s show, but my PR people were convinced a woman interviewing us would be better. It would reach the right audience, or whatever bullshit reason they gave. I am the one who fucked up. I am the supposed cheater, even though we didn’t even consummate the marriage because Kennedy makes me fucking sick. Yet somehow, the blame is placed on Ripley? Sexist bullshit. And then to bring out her fucking mom?! The only reason I stayed calm throughout the interview was for Ripley. She was new to this, and I needed to be her anker. But fuck that. Fuck this whole shitshow and fuck me for thinking it was a good idea. If Jullianna and her fucking team don’t fix this mess and edit the interview in a way where we come off as decent people, I’m going to fucking bury her and her team. Not literally, although right now, I am pissed off enough to kill a few people. We walked out of the study after I threatened some more people
Hi, I'm busy writing a new chapter. But it's been a bit hectic today. I had a doctor's appointment because behind one of the scars from my epttopic pregnancy seems to be a bump. It's sometimes painful. I got an ultrasound, but everything inside looks fine (uterus, etc.) They are transferring me to radiology. I need to wait until they call. It could take a few weeks before they call to give me an appointment. But I had to ride my bike there (30 minutes back and forth). And it kind of distracted me the whole day. I've actually been to several doctors now, and it's very annoying that this is the first who actually confirmed there was something there. Healthcare in my country is fine. I mean, we have universal healthcare and all. But most doctors are like, Take an asprin and wait for it to be over. Even after my c-section, I received instructions to take Tylenol (it's called paracetamol here. Acetaminophen?) at home. And when you get a tooth pulled, you get some local anesthesia, a
Ripley’s pov “Whewe awe you going, mommy?” River asked. I hardly ever lied to them. Well, except for when I tell them the playground is closed and we need to go home, when in reality a playground never closes. Or when I tell them there’s no candy left, only to eat it myself at night. Yeah, okay. I lie to them a lot. But this is different. River only wants to know where I’m going, but if I tell her, she might ask more questions. She has never met my mother. Who is her grandmother. Well, no. Who should have been her grandmother but chose not to be involved in our lives. “We’re going to meet up to talk to someone, but we’ll be back soon.” Cas said. “Who?” Rose asked. Yeah, it’s not as easy as that, Cas. I thought to myself. “You don’t know her. Her name is Robin. Now, are you two going to have fun with Leticia?” He asked, and I smiled at him. He knew how nervous I was. How did this man who used to be such an asshole turn into my prince charming? No, not Prince Charming. More lik
Cas’ pov Maybe that should have been something that I was supposed to ask. I mean, they’re not my kids, but I know that they will be. When I set my mind on something, there’s nothing stopping me. Once I made the decision to fight for Ripley, everything that was shit turned into fucking gold. Life with her and the girls is perfect, even when it’s not. Like today. Today was far from perfect. Today I wanted to kill her mother, but yeah, that’s not the best salutation to any problem. But, goddamn, that woman is annoying. And self-absorbed. Coming from someone who has been called self-absorbed and selfish, a fucking lot. So, I should know. Fuck. I sighed, looking at my girlfriend, whose mind was reeling from the talk she just had. How can I fix this? Do I need to just listen, or do I need to call up some people to find out everything there is to know about Ripley’s so-called mother and tear her life to bits? And the money! The fucking money! That house isn’t even worth two hundr
Ripley’s pov “Um, uh…” Never before had Leticia not known what to say. That woman was wise beyond her years and always seemed to know what to say in any situation. Could she tell what Cas and I had done in the car? Could she see on my face that half way through the trip I actually started to really consider giving him a blowjob since that hard on wasn’t going anywhere? No.... silly, she isn’t a mind reader, I told myself. “Did something happen?” I asked, jumping to the worst-case scenario. Because why wouldn’t I? Last time I left my girl somewhere, they were taken. “Um, sort off. The girls are safe and here. They didn’t see him. But um.” She sighed. “I don’t know how to tell you this, Ripley. Someone came asking for you. And he… he said he was your husband.” Cas laughed, “some paparazzi bullshit trying to gain information probably.” “What did you say?” I asked. There wasn’t a single part of me that took her statement seriously. We had buried Oliver. Well, part of him. “I told
Cas’ pov Just a phone call. She acts like it’s just a fucking phone call. Doesn’t Ripley realize this could change everything? I’m not even fucking sure if that’s really her dead husband, but if it is, it will change everything. Every fucking thing! Fuck, it makes me angry. Things weren’t perfect. I mean, just this morning we had an awful conversation with her bitchass mothers, but still. Things were as perfect as they could be despite the circumstances. And I am not saying I am perfect, either. I am a piece of shit, who is trying to be better. I am doing my fucking best to be the best person for Ripley, and the weird thing is it doesn’t even feel like work. Because when I’m with her and her daughters, how can I not want to be a good person? Being around them makes me better. It makes me happy. Ripley, River, and Rose are my favorite people in the world. And if this man on that fucking doorbell video is Oliver, then... Then I’m screwed. Doesn’t Ripley realize there are only two
Cassius pov“You’re so fucking beautiful.”“Language, dad.” Rose scolded me.I rolled my eyes, “you know what I mean. You are the perfect bride, Raven.”Seeing my youngest daughter get married reminded me of my own wedding. Ripley and I had wanted to do a quick wedding with just the three of us, not knowing at the time she was already pregnant with our middle child, Rayne.After we went to Malachi’s and Kennedy’s wedding, Ripley had wanted to get married in Europe too. But instead of France, she chose Greece.Even now, twenty plus years later, I can still remember how fucking gorgeous the country was. The white building, the blue ocean, my perfect bride in her summer dress.It was simple, but it suited us both. I didn’t need a big fucking wedding. I just needed my girls there. Rose and River wore matching dresses; they were so fucking cute. We had done the official part at home, at city hall. Ripley had asked two of the hotel staff to be our witnesses—two people who were now friends.T
Malachi’s povShe smelled and tasted even better than I remembered. I loved seeing that bump above me as I ate her pussy out. I kept my promise; I made her cum every time she told me she loved me.By the end of it, she didn't seem shy about it any longer; all the awkwardness between us was gone.She loves me, and I love her. And I intend to show her in every way possible.Once her legs felt putty and she couldn't move, I carried her to her room.“This is going to be our room now.” I stated, and she smiled at me.“Can you go inside the closet and grab that little bag for me?” she asked.I did what my woman asked me to do, looking for a small bag. I suspected it was my ring but didn’t want to assume.Once I found the bag, I handed it to her, and she took out a little box."Malachi Ford, you're nothing like what I ever imagined my husband would be like, but exactly what I need. You’re a sweetheart; you love to dance and sing, and your fashion sense is growing on me.”I chuckled at her wor
Kennedy’s povLong story short, I heard everything. Yeah, it’s an invasion of fucking privacy, blablabla. It’s my home! If I want to watch the security cameras for a bit, just to make sure everything is okay, then I can.I mean, it wasn’t like I was spying on them.Okay, I sort of was, but who cares?Malachi loves me. He said so twice now, so it’s like a fact at this point.And if he does get upset I eavesdropped, then he should also get angry at Leon, because that sneaky little man must have overheard my call with Cassius and Ripley.Yes. I talked to them. Of all people.But it wasn’t even about Malachi. They called me to see how everything was going after Juliette’s death and offered their sympathies. It was just a normal conversation until the fucker, Cassius, of course, started annoying me.He asked about the wedding and a bunch of other shit, that doesn’t seem really important right now. And then he started teasing me, like a fucking child.Ripley tried to stop him, well, sort of;
Malachi’s povHow do I even start?I wish I could put this off. I wish I could just wait a bit, but we have to go to France so Leon can say goodbye if he wants to. I read everything I could online about young children and death, and they all suggest letting the kids have a choice.Both the funeral and her burial will take place there.I can’t let my own feelings get in the way. I am angry; I’m sad. I’m so many things, but none of them are important right now.Is that what it’s like to be a parent? Putting someone else first, always? I respect momma in a whole new way.Every time I asked about my dad, did she hurt as well? She never showed it.“Papa?” Leon said, looking at me with big eyes.He’s so beautiful. Such an amazing kid.I swallowed, trying to keep my voice from breaking.Things were awkward between me and Kennedy because we almost kissed. But she was still here, her hand on my shoulder, trying to keep me sane.She’s a good woman. A good mother. And I am lucky to have her here.
Malachi’s pov“Do you believe in god?”Kennedy sighed. Our morning did not get off to a good start. I may or may not have assumed she had told Leon when I saw her holding him and crying.Thankfully I didn’t just yell out something stupid, but the damage was done anyway.The rest of the day had been awkward, and I still had not told Leon about his mother’s death.It surprised me that Kennedy stayed behind after our fight. She could have left. Leon wasn’t her responsibility, and she’s supposed to go to work. But she didn’t.Instead, she worked from home.Leon was now taking a nap, and Kennedy had just ordered lunch, so I thought it was a safe moment to talk to her. Guess I was wrong.“Why?”“I don’t know. Just... do you believe in God?" I asked again.“I’m a Republican; of course I believe in God." Kennedy replied stoically.I don't think that's how it works, but okay.."So you go to church, pray, and all that?"She rolled her eyes, “that’s too much. I just believe in God. And I donate t
Kennedy’s pov“I’m sorry,” I muttered.“What?” Ripley asked.“Don’t make me repeat it, please. You heard me.”Ripley giggled, “you’re sorry for what?”“I don’t fucking know. Everything? I was a bitch to you. I didn’t even want Cassius the way you want him. I never loved the man. It was a pride thing. And I don’t like people messing with my plans. And you messed with my plans a whole fu- shit, how does Cassius not curse around these kids?”Ripley shrugged, “he tries. It doesn’t always work. But you were saying?”“Yeah, you messed with my plans. Threw everything in the trash, actually. Kind of ruined everything we had planned, and even when I tried to fight back, somehow you still came out on top.”“Not every time. I was really miserable, and some of the things you did had a major effect on my and the girls’ lives.”I sighed, fuck… Why isn’t sorry enough? Why do I have to explain myself or whatever.“Look, I can go into a whole thing and explain my reasons. But we both know they were pre
Cassius pov“Um, so, fuck it. Do you want to come over so the girls can play with Leon?” Kennedy’s voice asked me on the other end of the phone.I should have never answered the phone when I saw her name pop up on the caller ID. We were having a relaxing day, the girls were almost ready to take a nap, which meant afternoon sex for me and Ripley while they slept.The naps could last for an hour or sometimes only twenty minutes, but it made things exciting, not knowing how much time we had to spend. And a quicky is still sex.Before I could say no, Ley took the phone from my fucking hands. Sneaky girl.“We’d love to; the girls can nap on the way over.”And now we weren’t having our afternoon sexy time? Hell to the fucking no.But Ripley had said goodbye to Kennedy and handed me back the phone. “Stop pouting, Cas. I’ll make it up to you tonight.”“You better…” I teased my fiancé.She rolled her eyes, “or what?”“Oh, you’ll see…” I winked at her with my smirk that she loved to hate.Ley ig
Malachi’s povShe looked damn good. I had imagined what Kennedy would look like when she was pregnant, but this was beyond my imagination.She looked beautiful and hot. The thought that this woman is carrying my baby is sexy as hell, but I can’t let her see it.Especially not after she disappeared for no good reason.We had talked for those two weeks. It wasn’t like she went no-contact. She just never mentioned she was out of the country.I was dealing with a lot myself, so when she said she didn’t have time for a date, I didn’t really care.Okay, that was a lie. I had grown to enjoy our dates. For someone who acts like she doesn’t care about anyone but herself, she is a very good listener. And she gives pretty good advice too, although a bit cold.But when you’re dealing with death, childcare, a wedding, and a bunch of other stuff, it’s nice to have someone who doesn’t get stressed out. She is calm, mostly because she buries everything. Which isn’t healthy at all. But that’s an issue
Kennedy“So you really don’t see anything wrong with what you did?” Malachi asked over the phone.How could I explain the need to leave for two weeks without giving much of an explanation.Should I just tell them the complete list of shit I am dealing with right now?First of fucking all, I am having a boy. Hooray! But no.Seriously…. My entire fucking life, I had known I would get a girl that would be just like me. It was already a thing to realize that I’d be having a mixed-race girl. Not because they’re not beautiful and pretty—I mean, they’re arguably more pretty—but because it means my daughter will not be a perfect copy.Yeah, now that I am saying it out loud. Or, thinking about it, I realize how crazy that sounds.So I will not be telling Malachi any of that.We found out that we’re having a boy, and his mother was there too. She’s a lovely lady, I guess. Very intimating, but I respect that in a woman. No bullshit attitude.She gave me some speech on how I should treat her son r