What does he want? WHAT DOES HE WANT? It can't be good, can it? Anything he does cannot be good. Read on to find out. <3 <3 <3
___________________...~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~.I walked into the greenness of the place, the serene sound of the fountain in the corner reaching my years.It was as beautiful as I remembered it.I turned to face Jackson. "What is it that you wanted to talk about?"He took a deep breath, his gaze roaming over my face. "I know it's a lot to ask, Olivia, but I am asking to give me another chance."I opened my mouth to disagree immediately but he cut me off with his hand up in the air. "I am not asking you to forgive me. I know that it is not possible for anyone to forgive so easily after what I have done, especially when all I have done is say I am sorry verbally and never did anything to prove that I am sorry through my actions."He took another step closer, his eyes boring into mine. "But I want to be that person now. I want to be the person who shows you, every single day that I am sorry. That I regret everything that happened between us.""Jackson, I-"He cut me off again. "And I
___________ . . .~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~ ."That's not it."It took everything in me not to throw the foam packing on my monkey and her Daddy."We are trying!" Kelsey whined as she pretended to read the instruction manual for assembling the indoor kennel.Jackson had the tip of his tongue poking out from the side of his lips as he screwed two segments together completely wrong.I sighed frustratedly, Pickles looking up from my lap and then back at the mess that the two were creating."Why don't you both take a break?" I asked. "Have some of the caramel toffee muffins that Ms. Jenkins dropped off and some orange juice from the fridge. Meanwhile, I will just take a look at your handiwork-""No!" Jackson and Kelsey yelled at the same time, each holding a hand up."Why not?" I asked."Everyone knows you are good at this thing, Liv." I still had to get used to him casually calling him Liv again. I wanted to tell him that we had not reached that stage yet but since I had agreed to give
_____________...~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~."You still do this?" Jackson laughed as he wrapped his arms around my waist from the back, making me jump.I still was not comfortable with this but Jackson seemed oblivious to the tension as he fell right back into his old ways. The man's love language was physical touch and words of affirmation.In the last three days, I had caught him almost blurt out 'I love you' several times.Did he love me?Like he said he did when he first showed up.I sighed.I still doubted him, and I felt like all of this affection was a ticking time bomb that was going to go off at any point and ruin everything for everybody."I like traditions," I murmured, focusing on washing the grapes. "And the Spanish one. Not the TikTok one which is all about finding your partner. I don't think my four-year-old is ready for that yet."Jackson chuckled, his breath warm on my neck. "So what are you wishing for this year? Twelve wishes right? For twelve months?"I shrugged, t
________________...~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~."A baby brother!" Kelsey exclaimed, her eyes sparkling. "I want a baby brother."Jackson and I looked at each other, the laughter dying on our lips."What?" I was horrified but I tried my best for it to not show on my face.Jackson, bless his soul, played it cool. "Well, that's quite a big wish for one little girl."I nodded, trying to swallow the panic that was rising in my throat. "It is indeed."Jackson cleared his throat. "But monkey, why do you want a baby brother?""Because my friend's Mommy said family is complete when there is Daddy, Mommy, sister and brother." Kelsey looked at us with her wide innocent eyes.Who was this friend's mother who was giving my daughter ideas?Jackson nudged me. I looked over at him. "Fix your face." He chuckled. Nostalgia struck me like a freight train. He used to say that all the time. It was crazy how easily he had fit into his role again when he was the one who uprooted the very foundation of
____________ ...~ ~ ~ J A C K S O N ~ ~ ~."What?" Olivia looked ready to beat her own father up. "I don't want to. Why would you even suggest that?""Well, since you have decided to give Jackson another chance, despite our disagreement, I don't see any reason for you to still stay seven hours away from the headquarters," Daniel replied through the video call.I rolled my eyes.I had to agree about one thing - Daniel Smith had a competition going on with my biological father as to who the shittier one was.They had been on call for the past twenty minutes and not once he asked how Olivia was doing, how Kelsey was doing or what she really wanted.He didn't even say he missed them and wanted them back because of that.He was only worried about the profits that Olivia could make at the headquarters."But Kelsey is happy here," Olivia argued, pacing the room with the phone aimed at her face. "And she has made friends.""Friends can be made anywhere, Olivia." Daniel's voice was firm.
_____________...~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~.Everything was happening so fast.Jackson was being such an understanding, loving husband. He was like his old self.And that was exactly what was scaring me.After all, the man had pretended to be the best guy for me for seven whole months before trampling all over my heart.What if he did it again?All the doubts that guarded me when he first came back returned with a vengeance. And I was starting to realize how much of a dumbass I was to give him such easy access to me and Kelsey.But the sweet way he looked at her, the gentle way he talked to her, the love in his eyes... It all made me want to believe him.I sighed and took my phone out.When in doubt, call your lawyer best friend.That was what I did.The phone rang for a few seconds before it was picked up. "Hello?""Hey, it's me," I said, pacing the room."Well duh." Came Sarah's voice. "I have your number saved for the past... well, whenever I had gotten my first phone. Yours were t
_____________...~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~."Will Jasmine come to visit?" Kelsey asked, her eyes wide with hope.It had been three weeks since we moved back to our city.I didn't want to live in the apartment that Jackson and I once lived in anymore.So we were temporarily living in a two-story house.Jasmine and Kelsey had been friends since diaper days. I had met her lesbian mothers when we took them to baby swimming classes.And they had gone on so many playdates since then."We will visit her soon, my love." I looked up from my laptop.I was back at the headquarters and I was back to being a workaholic. Except, I did alternate afternoons from home.Mom took over the other afternoons.Jackson was eyeballs deep in work due to some merger mishap that occurred while he was away.He rarely came home before Kelsey's bedtime anymore. But he still managed to squeeze in as much love for her as he could in the fleeting morning breakfast time that the father and daughter spent together.It
_____________...~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~.After the moment in the kitchen, Jackson said he was going to change into something more comfortable while I finished making my sandwich.I sighed to myself, my whole body tingling all over from that chaste hug of his.I put the sandwich together and took a bite, trying to shake off the funny feeling in the pit of my stomach.I took a seat on the living room couch and put on a random sitcom.Jackson emerged from upstairs in sweatpants and a t-shirt, looking more relaxed than before.He sat down next to me on the couch, picking up the TV remote. "What are we watching?""Just some mindless sitcom." I took another bite of my sandwich, my eyes flicking towards him.Jackson leaned back and sighed, his hand finding mine on the couch. "Can I have a bite?" He asked, looking over at me.I handed him my sandwich without a second thought. He took a bite and gave me a small smile."Thanks," he mumbled before turning his attention back to the TV.He too
_______...~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~ . I choked on the awful smell of awful cooking as soon as I opened the front door. "What is going on?" I coughed as I fanned my face as I walked over to the kitchen, which looked like it had been hit by a hurricane. I watched the scene unfold as Jackson picked up a smoking pan to the sink and turned on the sink. "It's nothing. We were just-" The smoke set off the fire alarm system and the water sprayed all over us. Kelsey's eyes were as big as saucers as she started jumping up and down with her arms in the air."It's raining inside!" She squealed with pure blissful joy. I watched my little one dance around, the smoke subsiding on the pan in the fridge and the man who was looking around like he had fucked it all up. "Where is the control valve?" I asked him with as much calm as I could muster. "I don't know." He slumped. "Does it turn off on its own? Is it automatic?" I asked. "I don't know." He looked... defeated. "What's wrong?" I ask
_________...~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~."I gotta say, that is a thoughtful gift." Sarah nodded as she stared at the picture of the bouquet. "To think that he still remembers your Goodreads username." "It means he has a sharp memory. Not that he cares about me." I grunted. "Besides, he always played the gentleman when he wanted to. You do remember that he almost convinced you that all men were not the same five years ago, don't you?" Sarah groaned. "You got your Mom flowers?" She asked. I nodded, taking a sip of my coffee. "Where are my flowers?" She asked. I looked up at her and raised a brow, "You are allergic to pollen." She rolled her eyes. "Then you could have gotten me those fake ones." "Faux." "Yeah yeah, whatever they are called. You could have gotten me some of those!" She waved her hand dismissively. "Fine, I will have them delivered." I took another sip. "Hey!" She snapped her fingers in my face. "That's not the attitude I am looking for!" I gave her a look. "W
_________...~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~ .The dude did not even let me see what he got for Kelsey.He went straight to the parking without any shopping bags. I wonder if he got her some jewelry that fit in his pocket or something. That would be stupid. She was four. She was not interested in jewelry. But he was stupid, wasn't he? And it was not like he was going to put in any real effort because... why would he? He wanted to pretend to be the good father so he was going to get something to make her happy, without putting any thought into whether she liked it or not. I rolled my eyes as I put the bouquet and the shopping bags in the backseat of my car after making sure that the idiot was nowhere in sight. I sighed. Should I get her something else? I knew she would love the toys. And she had been asking for more toys for Pickles. But still... What if she felt disappointed by what her Daddy got her? I slumped my head against the roof of my car. Well, I guess she would just
_________...~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~ ."Jackson left Monkey with you?" I asked as I stepped out of the elevator and walked to the exit of the company. "Yeah. He said he had some work to finish and that Kelse was missing Pickles." I sighed. I was missing Pickles too. "Maybe I will also come over, spend some time with Pickles." "What's left of the renovation anyway?" My Mom asked. "I thought most of it was already done before you three moved in." "We are pet-proofing the place and getting in a high fence. I don't want Pickles or Monkey to wander into the water unsupervised." I explained to her. "Well, you should have thought it all through before getting a beach house for your permanent residence!" She exclaimed. I rolled my eyes. "I remember you telling Jackson what a wonderful idea it was." "I wasn't thinking about the practical implications then. What do I know? I am a airhead socialite. How can you expect me to figure out what you corporate moguls haven't figured out?"
_______ . . . ~ ~ ~ J A C K S O N ~ ~ ~ . I called William as soon as I reached my office. But the motherfucker didn't pick up until I rang three times. "You know," He spoke as soon as he picked up, without any greetings. "If I am not picking up your calls, it obviously means that I have no interest in talking to you so early in the morning and ruining my mood, Reign. Why the hell are you acting like a desperate girlfriend?" I rolled my eyes. "I have news." I told him, knowing how much this asshole loved gossips. "What? Olivia wants to divorce your ass?" He snickered like a retard making me wonder if he was drunk in the morning? Or had he not gotten his first cup of coffee yet? "Yeah, she wants the divorce." "What? Really?" I could hear the chair creak suddenly as he must have hopped off it. "What happened to 'I am going to get you better and ruin my own life in the process'?" He did an unflattering imitation of her which made me cringe. "Please never do that agai
__________ . . . ~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~ . "ABOUT the wedding." I almost yelled at him. "Let's get married again." Jackson stared unblinkingly at me for a long moment. A very long moment. And what did he do after that? He snorted. Like I was a clown cracking a joke. I was THIS close to cracking his skull! Jackson held up his hands in surrender again, before stepping forward and pressing the back of his hand to my forehead and then my cheek. "You don't seem to be having a fever..." He murmured. He stepped even closer, his lips inches away from my face. He took a sniff. "Not drunk either..." I shoved his face away, harder than necessary. Actually, it was necessary. That was what he deserved. "Ouch!" He laughed, he actually laughed at me. "Aren't you going to look for any head injury?" I asked drily. "Should I?" He laughed. "Did you hit your head somewhere?" I will hit you in the head. He laughed. Shit, I had said that out loud, hadn'
_________...~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~.I parked my car in the garage, and walked out to stare at the lights on in the living room through the window. Jackson had called me twice, but I didn't pick up. Should I have picked it up? I don't think so. It felt right now as though the more I talked to him, the more I was giving him opportunities to manipulate me again. I did a mental checklist of all he had done. One, he approached me and my family five years ago to take revenge on my mother by hurting me, a revenge that I could not understand to date. What did he gain? My mother did not even feel a tremor of the earthquake that shook my life forever. And he had succeeded in his revenge. In his own twisted way. Two, he did not let his dying mother not have a glimpse of her grandchild. Why? Because his ego was bigger than her dying wish. Three, he decided that it was time for a comeback when his interests got involved in this message. He did not care about me. He did not care about
__________...~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~ . "What's wrong?" I asked as soon as she opened her front door. My best friend looked ready to kill someone. "Where's Kelse?" Her voice was hoarse as if she was either crying or yelling, but by the looks of it, I guessed it was the latter. "What's wrong?" I asked her again. Sarah grabbed my arm and pulled me into the apartment and closed the door when she realized that Kelsey was not with me. "Why didn't you bring her?" She asked as she walked back into the living room, dragging me with her. "I told you to bring her!" Her voice rose as she sat down, filling two glasses with whiskey. She held one up to me. "You want Monkey here when we are going to sit and have a drinking marathon?" I asked, raising a brow at the almost empty bottle. "I failed." She sighed. "I failed as a lawyer and I failed as a best friend." She said as she rubbed her face with her palms. I looked at her confused. "What are you talking about?" I asked as I sat down nex
____________...~ ~~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~."Mommy!" Kelsey squealed as Jackson dipped into the water with her in his arms.I laughed at the scene, taking out my phone to capture the moment.Jackson looked over, the water droplets glistening on his tanned skin. "Want to join us?"I hesitated, feeling the warm sand between my toes. "I'll just watch for a bit," I said, trying to keep the sadness from my voice. The breeze picked up, carrying the scent of saltwater and sunscreen.Kelsey giggled as Jackson splashed water at her, her eyes lighting up with joy.I sat on the picnic blanket, watching them. The sun was setting, casting a soft glow across the beach.Jackson's eyes met mine, and I tried to smile again, the problem at the kindergarten getting to my head. I am pretty sure it was more of a grimace than a smile at that point.He waded out of the water, Kelsey still in his arms, and approached me. "Your turn," he said, extending a hand.I shook my head, my eyes wide. "I am not going i