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I opened my mouth to speak but Graham hit me with his signature don’t bullshit me look and I shut my mouth for a second.
“It doesn’t make sense. I listen to Kash all the time. There’s never been a time where I didn’t listen to him, Graham.”
Graham sighed.
“Mila, you know me, I won’t get in your business but before I go, I have one more question for you… Are you sure, you listen to him just as much as you want him to listen to you?”
I didn’t know how to answer that but to say yes. Graham stood up and began to walk away. He faced me one more time, smiling at me.
“Go, be a big girl and make that stubborn nephew of mine listen to you. If you have to get therapy, do it but try to fix it and if that doesn’t work, then ask yourself if he loves you enough for you to stay. I’ll always have your back, Mils. Goodnight.”
Damn. I hated Graham when he dropped knowledge that was so hidden but yet so clear, unfortunately, I wasn’t anywhere near the surface, so I threw myself back into my work because I needed a solution. I didn’t know what to do but what I did know was that unless Kash listened to me, I wouldn’t bend to his will.
Chapter Three
Kash
It was odd not seeing my wife for the whole weekend. It put me on an edge I hadn’t been on since high school. Life for me wasn’t always as simple as I wanted it to be. I may have been the nerd, but I was a nerd with anger issues. I don’t even know where it came from or when it started but the anger that I experienced throughout middle school then high school was insane. I started to reign it in during college and law school. I wanted to make sure that nothing could ever place me in a bad situation because of my anger. So far for years, I was good but this situation with Mila has been calling my anger out more than I can even comprehend.
I was agitated over the whole weekend and it got me thinking maybe that I was a workaholic. It was now Monday morning and Mila still hasn’t come home. Usually, I’d be out of the house first, but I got Jordan ready for school while her nanny went to a doctor’s appointment. I thought back to the text that I sent Mila this morning.
Me: Bunny…
Bunny: I need longer than the weekend, Kash.
Me: Okay…But, please. Talk to me. I need to hear your voice and know that you’re okay.
Bunny: I need time. Kash.
Me: Have you had breakfast? Your coffee? You need me to bring you anything at work. I made pancakes.?
Bunny: No. Thank you for making pancakes for Jordy, she’s been craving your famous pancakes for weeks!
Me: I made some for you too…
After that, she didn’t reply.
“Daddy… Ouch!” Jordan screamed out causing me to realize that I probably shouldn’t let my mind wander.
“Oh, honey, sorry.” I kissed the top of her head where I pulled a little too hard with the brush. She giggled as she went back to eating her breakfast while I put her hair up in two space buns.
I smiled because I missed getting Jordan ready in the mornings, hearing her laugh at my antics of faking like I didn’t know what to put her in and when she’d double over in laughter every time I’d pretend like I was trying to fit into her tutus that she couldn’t wear to the private school she went to; only on weekends. Those were her favorites, she had so many of them courtesy of her favorite great uncle Graham.
“Daddy, you bringing me to school today?”
“Mmhmm, finish your pancakes baby, don’t talk with your mouth full.”
I finished up and walked around the island so that I could place her food in her lunch box.
“Daddy, look.”
I turned in time to see her open her mouth showing me all her chewed up contents. Jordan had the biggest smile on her face while I made a disgusted one. She chewed all her food and laughed hard.
“Mmmm yummy.”
I teased her, winking at her as I went back to finishing up her lunch.
“Daddy…”
