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“Feel what?” he asks with a cheeky smile on his face.
He’s kissing my neck. His mouth feels like fairy dust against my tender, soft skin.
“I love you,” I say. “Alright? Is that what you want to hear? I fucking love you. And I’ve loved you ever since I first met you, and if you don’t put a baby in me in within the next twenty-four hours I’m going to scream. Okay?”
His hand slides between my legs. Our tongues collide in a frenzy of passion. “Is that a challenge?” he growls.
“Yes.”
“Good,” he says. “Challenge accepted.”
Epilogue
Rhonda
Three Years Later…
“Dad, I can’t. I’m right in the middle of something.”
“Baby,” he says, “I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t urgent.”
I click the key fob for my car and the trunk slowly opens. I dump everything in and stand up straight. My back's aching from all the shopping I’ve been doing. It’s a hard life being married to the man of your dreams.
“But it’s my birthday,” I say.
“I know, honey. I’m sorry. It’ll only take a minute. I promise.”
I let out a sigh. My dad’s been a lot better ever since I sat him down and set some boundaries.
He finally started going to meetings. He met a really nice woman. They’ve moved in together.
He sobered up and got a job and he’s been a wonderful grandfather to my two little girls.
I haven’t seen him this happy in years.
“A minute?” I say. “You’re sure?”
“Come on. Who do you think you’re talking to? I just need a bit of womanly advice. That’s all. Nothing to worry about.”
The term womanly advice has me worried. “Dad, it’s nothing… sexual, is it? You know I love Bethany, but I really don’t feel comfortable talking to you about that kind of stuff.”
“Ick!” he says. “Jesus Christ, Rhonda. Why did you have to go there? It’s nothing sexual. I promise.”
“Phew,” I giggle, getting in my car. “Okay. I’ll be over in five minutes. I’m just at the store.”
I hang up the phone and drive over.
It’s a beautiful summer day. I can’t help but wonder what Dwayne is doing with the kids.
He said he was taking them for a nice play in the park while I went and got my hair done and had a manicure and spent a load of money on a handbag I’ve been eyeing every day for the last two months.
My dad’s house looks a lot nicer than it used to when I lived here. He takes care of the lawn now. There are even flowers out the front. All fragrant and pretty and smelling nice.
I get out of the car and ring his doorbell.
Normally he shouts out, “I’m coming,” but this time there’s no answer.
I tap my foot. It was him that asked me to come over, and now he’s making me stand outside in the heat like a damn idiot.
