"Who is it?" Bobbie mumbles from inside her room. "Mom. Open up, my hands are full," I respond. I can hear her huff of annoyance but she walks to the door and opens for me. Her eyes are red and puffy, "You need to eat." "I'm not hungry," she says and sits her butt down on her bed again to keep huffing some more. I leave the food on her desk, then I move closer and sit down next to her, "I hate that he's still here, acting like nothing happened. I hate that he thinks I want to act like before, like I just forgot the stuff he said to me. What he did to us. I don't know why you're so quick to forgive and forget, but I'm not.” "You don't have to forget, but you have to put down the metaphorical knives and just allow him to make it up to you at some point," I say, patting her back, "But this isn't about that right now, Bobbie. This is about you lying to us... to me? Why?" "Because you two are a team again. I mean, you told him about Henry," she throws at me, lifting her face to sho
{ Farrow } For a couple days, the vibes around the house are terrible. Absolutely terrible. Bobbie is refusing to speak at all, to any of us, and Sky has been more distant than ever before. I feel like an unwanted bug in my own house. The only one that talks to me is Rocky. We’re kind of back to the easy relationship we used to have, the relationship that blooms when you’ve been around each other non-stop for almost two decades. We watch TV together, we cook together, he asks me for parenting tips (as if my daughter isn’t refusing to even look at me). But mostly, we talk about Sky and Cassie and how we're both missing what we used to have with them… Even if my thing with Sky is way deeper and better than Rocky's one month relationship with that witch. "I want to do MMA again," Bobbie lets out as I'm driving her to school. It’s a chilly Thursday morning, but it looks like my daughter is starting to defrost. It takes me by surprise, I was totally expecting another silent drive, "
"What happened?" I ask like a complete dumbass. Sky's face lifts to me and she looks like... well, I can't really read her, to be honest. She looks angry and relieved and sad all at the same time, "Were you guys worried about me? I just went out for a run.” "Did you run all the way to Alaska?" Rocky snaps from his side of the bed, arms crossed and wearing one of Sky’s robes too. God, I can’t stand him sometimes, "We've been worried sick. A text would've been nice." "I'm sorry," I let out, not knowing what to do or say. Sky is looking away from me and focusing on her breathing. I take a step to her, but am I even allowed to hug her? Probably not right now, "I didn't really... think you'd care. I-I mean... I'm sorry I didn't text you." "It's fine," she finally says and clears her throat, "I was just a little worried." "No, it's not fine. You left at two thirty PM according to Bobbie, so you were out for twelve fucking hours, unreachable. And that would be fine if it wasn't for t
I walk inside our bedroom only once Sky has strutted all the way back to the guest room and, as per usual, I get struck by guilt and self-disgust when I remember what I did in here. With Violet. Every other memory is fuzzy, but of course that one is still very fresh in my mind, especially Sky’s face when she saw us. And the way I was so annoyed at her interrupting me. I shake my head to get rid of the nasty thought and I walk straight to the bathroom. I shed my clothes with jerky movements and get in the shower, deciding to replace those ugly memories for good ones. Memories of Sky, of course.As soon as the warm water hits me, I close my eyes and decide to indulge for a while and jerk off right now because sleeping with Rocky means I only get to do it here. So, I start going through the porn files in my head. My spank bank, if you will. I have very detailed memory, so whenever I want to come, my mind is all I need… unless Sky’s on the table, of course. But she’s not.She was on
"Are you ready to party?" Nico asks in the driest tone when I open the door for him. It's Friday night, reunion day, and he’s not excited about it. He’s only coming because I begged him, I need someone there that’s always on my side, "This is going to be epic… shit. Epic shit.” "Aren't you a sunshine?" I laugh, letting him walk inside, "We have to wait, Sky's not ready yet.” Nico groans with annoyance and impatience, but that’s nothing new. Nico is always annoyed. "Hi, man… did you go to your own high school reunion and was it shit?" He asks Rocky as we sit down on the bed next to him. Rocky is wearing one of Sky’s fluffy robes again, with the fluffy hood on. He’s ready to babysit tonight. "Nah, we didn't even have one. In my generation we all hate each other," he responds with a chuckle and Nico murmurs that he hates everyone too. But in our generation, the general consensus is that everyone hates... me. And I guess it’s understandable. When I first started going to s
"We're not actually divorced yet," I respond. I'm technically right. Legally, we're still married, "And I'm doing just fine." "Really? Little Bobbie is not doing fine, though," he says and the mention of my daughter out of nowhere makes me tense up, "Maybe Sky hasn’t told you, but I'm the new principal. I've been for a couple months." Well, fuck. Now I can't really say she's none of his business. "Good for you, the job fits you perfectly," I spit out, but then I frown when I think about something, "Wait... so you're the one who suspended my daughter?" "I am," he sounds way too smug about that. I take a step to him, making Nico and Randy both get on guard, "She deserved an expulsion for what she did, not only a suspension. Did Farrow tell you guys about that? His daughter is arranging underground fights on school grounds. Following daddy’s footsteps.” "No, she's not like me, she’s a lot more organized and smart. She challenged a boy who wronged her and he accepted, so the f
{ Sky } I knew something like this could happen tonight, so I'm not surprised. And I'm not embarrassed either, because everyone here has seen Farrow fighting with one or two of the guys before. A lot of times, actually. I mean, this reunion didn’t even need to happen officially, most of us still hang out regularly. However, I am disappointed this happened before dinner. I spent a long time trying to play nice with some of the people I dislike the most—Hannah and Claudia, two of my former bullies—and trying to pretend I’m a grown-up who doesn’t hold any grudges and whose expensive shoes aren’t absolutely killing her. Luckily for me, they’re just as fake as I was being, so it wasn’t that unbearable. And they both mentioned I looked good, so there. Once that social torture was finally over and I was going to spend the rest of the night with my friends, happily stuffing my face, the shouting started. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend I didn't know who was the one causing
The restaurant Nico chose is packed and we have to wait for a table, but I don’t mind the wait because it's clearly a hot spot and I kind of missed this. Going out with Farrow. Even if he's still angry, arms crossed, shoulders tense and standing by my side but giving me half his back as a punishment. I hate that he’s so cute. “Farrow,” I try to get his attention. He ignores me for about three seconds before giving up and looking at me, “My feet are killing me. If you don’t help me, I’m going to ask Nico and then you’ll only get angrier.” He lets out the biggest, bitchiest breath out but he fully turns to me and opens his arms as if he’s allowing me to use him however I see fit. Thank god, because I’ve been standing for ten minutes and that’s officially the limit. I go for his neck, wrapping my arms around it and forcing him to carry me. Farrow wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me up a little, keeping me there as if we’re just hugging. I’m not enjoying this, though, I
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
"So, when are we telling her? Before or after we eat?" I ask, face to face with Sky. I can tell she wants to wrap her legs around me like she normally would, except we're in public (and just friends, supposedly) so she stays like that, with her feet dangling on the air, and just puts her arms around my neck. She's so close to me, all I can think about is how much I want to fucking kiss her again. "I think later, I'm starving," she says and I start walking to the restaurant, "Just let me do most of the talking, yeah? And don't be rude to the boy." "I won't be. His mom is a nice lady, so I guess he can't be that bad," I murmur, making Sky move away to give me a surprised look, "That doesn't mean I suddenly like him. Just that maybe he's not that bad. Maybe." "Okay, that’s good enough," she says and just lets me carry her inside. When I walk past the bar, I see Moe there, cleaning the counters. I greet him, making Sky turn her head to him as well, "Hi, Moe!" "Hey, kids. I haven