"I would NEVER give up on you, even if you were at your absolute worst, cheating on me and being evil to our daughter. I would care enough about you to snoop through the curtains, find the truth and get you help," I admit and I look up in time to see her eyes fill with tears. She snatches her hand away to wipe them, "Because I know you so much, I would know there's something else going on. It wouldn't be normal for you... just like I hope you thought that it was not normal for me. I hope you realized that was not actually me." "I did," she lets out in a whisper, her hands still covering her eyes and I can tell she's fully crying now, "I knew that wasn't you. Fuck, Farrow... why did this shit happen to us? Everything was so perfect." "Maybe it was a test?" I try, moving closer to her. I want to hug her and bring her to me, but I'm not sure I'm allowed to, just like I wasn't allowed to come inside my own house, just like I'm not allowed to talk to my own daughter, "We never had any
I follow him inside. "Wait, Rocky. I need your help," I grab his arm to stop him, he groans and turns to me, "I need you to back me up with Bobbie when I tell her." "Oh, you want me to be on your side? Well, I'm not. I don't want Farrow here either and I don't think Bob should be uncomfortable in her home just because you want to have him under your clutches again," Rocky crosses his arms, but I just stay there, looking at him. I know how to make him bend, "What?" "So… you're not on my side? I thought we always had each other's backs," I sigh, looking down to my hands. "Not when it comes to bad decisions. Come on, stop being like this. Are you going to cry again? It's driving me insane," he growls, but I don't move at all. I know he'll... "Fine! Fine, I'm on your side, whatever. Just stop crying every five minutes." "Okay, I'll stop," I finally smile, "Boooobbieeee!" "Oh, my god," Rocky covers his ears, "I can't fucking stand you." I ignore him and yell until my daughte
{ Farrow } My patience is nowhere to be found. I spent all of last night restless as hell and this morning at work, I had to have the same conversation with like ten different people about my situation while all I wanted was to just go home with Sky already. "Okay, listen to me... don't push her," Nicola warns when we're in the hotel lobby, both of us ready to go to our own respective temporary homes, "I know you will try to push her, but please don't. She's just going to get freaked out. Just be glad she's allowing you back home and be smart about it." "I'm always smart," I say, but Nico just scoffs, "I am. I will play nice and wait for the right moment to attack." "Yeaaah right… you will probably try to get into her pants sooner than you should and then you're going to blow up when she brings her boyfriend around you. You think you're ready for that?" He asks, ruining my good mood, “Ready to meet her new man?” "Sky won't do that to me," I frown. I hadn't thought about
Once we're in the kitchen, and I see Sky moving around fixing the plates for us, a strong sense of nostalgia hits me. It almost feels like nothing happened at all...I can almost envision the life I’d still have if it weren’t for that cunt. "Ugh," I hear behind me and my back straightens immediately with a mix of fear and love. Roberta Aleksei is right here and she looks... oh, she looks very different. Looking at her irks me a bit because it feels like I missed something. She looks older all of a sudden. "Be nice, Bobbie," Sky growls under her breath and turns to have a silent eye-conversation with Bobbie until she finally relents and rolls her eyes for half a minute before looking at me. "Hey, dad, what's up," she throws at me. I just gulp, "What? They bewitched your vocal cords too?" Rocky snickers like a little kid, but Sky silences him with a look too. "Hi, Bobbie. You look gorgeous," I say, pointing at her. I don't remember the last time she wore a dress or her hair
{ Sky } I keep telling myself I’ll go to my own room soon and leave Farrow to his own devices, but I can’t. I stay with him in the living room bed, in totally different ends of it… except not really because at some point we’re both right in the middle. Farrow wants to know everything he missed while he was ‘kidnapped’ so I try to tell him a few things, skirting around the other things I don’t want to talk about. But just like I thought, being around him feels good and easy. Just like it’s always been. “Hey, you two,” Rocky murmurs when he returns home and only then do I realize I’ve been sitting in bed with Farrow for over four hours, just talking. Having Rocky around reminds me that I need to go to my own room, so I tell them I’m not hungry tonight and I basically escape to my own room, away from Farrow and his captivating presence. Thinking that word makes me frown. He is captivating, more than usual. I can’t stop basically floating to him. Maybe he’s bewitching me now. {
{ Sky } I feel terrible today. I don't know what it is, but I woke up feeling weak and broken and so very tired. But hungry. So when I walk back downstairs after my nap and Farrow offers to make me something for breakfast, I say yes and I wait for him in bed. I mean, in the boys' bed, in the living room. He rushes to be of service to me and then comes back a little while later carrying a tray with waffles, fruit and sausages. No eggs, of course, because he knows me. "It's for both of us," he says when I widen my eyes in shock because there's like seven waffles in here and lots of sausages, but I feel like I could eat it all by myself, so I simply get settled in bed and when he joins me, I feel all stupid and giddy. We start to eat together and I try my best to not feel like this is a date. "You're still not going to work?” I ask, my mouth full. "Not today, Nico's got it handled and I want to make sure I'm back in top shape before going back for sure. I'll be working out her
{ Farrow }How did we end up this close? I didn’t even notice because I was so worked up about Bobbie, but… she’s right here. Like, right fucking here. "Well, I hate it," I mutter, except Sky also notices our proximity and she moves back. Fuck, "I just feel so... like I lost so much time." "It wasn't that much time, it's fine," she says, giving me a sweet little smile. My girl, she's so cute. I want to kiss her more than I want anything else, "We'll be alright." "Really? You promise?" I whisper, looking down at her lips for just a second. Sky swallows and her scent turns sweeter. She totally wants me to... "I need space," she blurts out all of a sudden and sits up harshly, moving to get up and walk away from the bed. Fuck me, "I'll go paint." "You're painting again?" I ask getting up to follow her because I can’t stand our distance now, she nods, "Can I be there while you paint?" "No, Farrow. Just... stay here. Or go work out, you wanted that, right?" She offers, taking a step
"No, I won't. You'll be better soon," I say, turning to him when we reach Bobbie's room. I look up at him and... I see my Farrow. But his face is slimmer and facial-hair free, he looks younger like this and it's messing me up inside, "You'll stop trying to kiss me." "I haven't tried even once," he says, but his eyes fall to my lips again, "Yet." "Farrow," I complain, hating and loving this on same amounts, "If we're going to live together, you have to stop. We're friends now. Only friends." "Fine, I'll stop," he rolls his eyes, "But you're free to send your boyfriend my way anytime." "I won't, you'd kill him," I laugh, leaning closer to him like I can't help it. "You think I'm stronger?" He asks, his voice dropping low and deep and I feel it in my... "I am. I will destroy him in a fight." "No, because there won't be any fighting," I say, snapping out of it again. I frown and push Farrow's chest back, "Farrow, stop. Come on, don't ruin this. I want us to reach a good place and be
I try to calm the fuck down and pretend this isn’t happening, but my wolf is very much awake now and his presence is enhancing my senses to the maximum. So when I hear the same thing again followed by a little moan, I'm certain. She's fucking doing it, touching herself. It’s undeniable now, especially when the scent of her arousal hits me. Fuck, my baby is horny. She needs me. I know she’s trying to test me and I know I’m about to fail, but at this point I couldn’t care less. Also, this is on her. She's the one who’s been temping me since she walked inside the room with those old pajamas I like so much. She knew exactly what she was doing, prancing in front of me with her slender shoulder poking out and those old pants hanging low on her hips because the elastic is dead. She wanted me to break and she succeeded. I get up very carefully trying not to make noise until I reach the switch, then I turn the lights on and I’m rewarded with the best damn sight in the world.
I stand up and get closer to the mirror for a second to make sure there's no more cream on my face before rounding my bed to get to his. Farrow narrows his eyes at me and braces himself when I walk until I'm standing right in front of him. This time, he's forced to look up at me and I quite like how he looks like this. Shirtless, hair messy and a little scared of whatever I'm about to do. "If you think it's so easy to just say no..." I start, feeling like a villain when his eyes get wide like he’s terrified. "Don't do anything crazy right now, Skylar. I'm not a saint..." "Hush, this is a test. If you think saying no is so easy, just say no and send me away," I continue with a naughty smile that I can't help because he looks terribly nervous when I start taking off my old pajamas. Now I'm annoyed I chose to wear them, but the way his eyes fall to my legs when I drop the pants to the floor makes it all worth it.I proceeded with the shirt and then I'm standing in front of my e
I sigh and roll my eyes as Farrow walks away. I hope he keeps that sassy energy all night because if he actually tries something, I'll give in. There's no point in denying it, I'll simply give in. And I’ll do it with a smile on my face. "At some point you'll have to realize you're dragging this. You’re dragging the unavoidable," Rocky says, making me return my eyes to him, "You need him right now, there is clearly a very mutual bond going on here." "Shh!" I let out, looking to make sure Farrow isn't still hanging around, "Shut up!” "Even for Farrow, this amount of sick obsession isn't normal. It's definitely him feeling the bond," Rocky continues, brushing Alex's hair back. The little boy is completely lost on Rocky's phone, not paying attention to us, "And that sort of thing doesn't happen just because, okay? You shouldn't ignore it or it'll just bring a lot of pain to both of you. Resentment looks very ugly on you, sis, let it go." "Easy for you to say," I whisper angril
"He won't be a step dad at all, Farrow. We're only casually dating. Very casually," I finally respond, avoiding looking at him. Farrow huffs and stays there, literally just standing behind and breathing over me for two more minutes until I'm done with the salad, then he walks behind me to the dinning table, "Oh, I forgot the napkins..." When I turn around, Farrow starts walking backwards so he can follow me to the kitchen again. This time, I have to close my eyes and stop a smile from growing. Stop it, Sky. Don’t smile at something so unhealthy and psychotic. This is sick behavior. Codependent behavior, like Rocky said. But... it's the bond, isn’t it? The compatibility bond because of the pregnancy. Farrow feels it too. His wolf feels it. "This is getting ridiculous," I scold him anyway, trying to reach for the napkins, but he grabs them first and then has the audacity to look at me as if he doesn't know what I mean, "You're acting like an anxiously attached pet. You haven't
"Cam is such a lame, isn't he, Bob?" Farrow continues a couple seconds later and his naughty hand falls ‘casually’ on my leg, trying to grab my thigh, but I grab his hand and put it back where it was. "Yeah, now that I think about it, he's kinda lame. And too old for you, Mom," Bobbie mutters, her Switch making noise while Farrow returns his fucking hand to my legs. And this is why I can’t trust this man. He always disrespects my boundaries and he laughs while doing so, making a game out of everything. "And he's not even that cute," Bobbie continues absentmindedly, "Dad is cuter." "Oh, she's so right," Farrow lets out in delight, bringing his hand back and trying to slip it in between my thighs this time. When I give him a warning growl, he gives me an offended look, "I'm just looking for a warm place to keep it. I'm freezing, it's so cold." "Stop," I say anyway. Because even though he's not being sexual, it's making me feel things and I don't need that. Not after the weir
“Mom! Mom, can I buy this?” Bobbie appears in front of me all of a sudden, showing me a make-up kit with a lot of different things. I only blink at her, dazed, “It’s only eighty five dollars and I have the money to buy it myself! You know, the money I took from Dad the other day… oh, hello…” “Hi, Bobbie, it’s good to see you again,” Cam says and points to the lady in front of us, “This is my mom, Lucy.” “Hi, Ma’am,” Bobbie says politely and Lucy gives her a warm smile, “It’s good to see you too, Mr Randall. Uhm… Mom, are you done here? The guy is waiting for me to pay but I didn’t actually bring my money, so you have to pay for it right now and I’ll pay you back once we’re home. I promise I’ll actually pay you this time.” She’s being frantic and little rude, but she is giving me the out I need. I’ll gladly take it. “Alright. Go back to the stand, I’m right behind you,” I say and once she leaves, I turn to Lucy again, “I’m sorry, I have to leave. It was so nice to meet you, Luc
{ Sky } When Farrow comes back to the table with a smile on his face, I relax on my seat because I know whatever is going on with Bobbie is not going to be that bad. "She's okay, she'll come back soon," he says and returns to my side, instantly stealing my spoon to take a huge bite of our cake, "I told her about the ‘spoiling her’ pact, but don't tell her I told you I told her." I roll my eyes and nod, more than used to his useless secrecy when it comes to me and Bobbie. It’s useless because me and Bobbie tell each other everything. Just like they do when they’re alone. And just like me and Farrow do when we’re alone, so I don’t know why anyone even bothers. A couple of minutes later, Bobbie comes back to the table with her head held high and I can tell she’s been crying, but I don’t say anything as she returns to her seat next to Henry and whispers something to him. But once the kids have had their dessert as well, I tell Henry to stay with Farrow as he pays so I can have
"That sounds like a solid plan. I'll live at home for another year and a half to help you with the twins, but then I'm totally moving out. Once you feel like you have it all handled on your own and no longer need me, I’m out… let's shake on it to make it official," I offer her my hand. She grabs it, sealing her fate, "You can't take it back now.” "Alright... but you're way too happy about it," she murmurs with narrowed eyes, "I got carried away last night, but that's not going to happen again, okay? Not ever." "Never, I promise," I lie with a smile on my face but I think she knows I don't mean it because she hits my stomach, smiling too. And since it doesn't look like Bobbie is going to come back anytime soon, I guess we’ll have to stay a bit longer, “Do you want dessert?“ “Yes,” she responds instantly, “Do you want to share the lava cake with me?” “Obviously, friend,” I respond with a smile. We’ve been sharing the lava cake for almost two decades, she doesn’t even have to ask
When we get our food, Bobbie looks at the triple decker longingly, but that's what she gets for being fake and dumb about food when I’m sure Henry wouldn’t think twice about what she’s eating. Still, she's happily chatting with the boy about their friends at school, homework, her being grounded and the nintendo switch the boy wants to buy. It's very boring, but still annoyingly cute. So I start to think this is the perfect moment to let Bobbie know she's about to be a big sister, because she’s in a good mood. I have no idea how she's going to react. Not too long ago, back when she was still a sweet baby girl, she was very jealous. Any time there was another kid around and we paid attention to them, she would throw tantrums. Of course, she's changed now, so she might not care. Or she might care a lot, we don't know. Still, having Henry here was a good idea, Bobbie will definitely behave herself a lot better with him around. "So, Bobbie... we have something to tell you," I