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My dad growled as he asked, “How fucking long have you been back?”
“Four years now,” he said.
Then my dad looked at me with a look I’ve never seen before. It was... fucking hell, he was disappointed in me.
“Why haven’t you told us?” he asked.
Alexander shifted and stepped fully in front of me, all the while keeping his hand on my waist, “‘Cause she didn’t know.”
“Like fuck she didn’t fucking know,” my dad growled. “You two were attached at the fucking hip.”
I stepped around Alexander, who growled, but I paid him no mind; this was my family after all, and he knew them.
“I didn’t know. Not until I started noticing a few things,” I shared.
My dad crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes on me, “Yeah. Like what?”
I winced, “Well...”
Alexander saved me from telling them about the perfume and the panties. “I was here at night. Sat in my truck outside, or I sat in the chair in her bedroom at night while she slept.”
"You are fucking shitting me," my dad growled, those same words again.
I winced.
My mom winced.
But who didn't wince?
Alexander.
No, the man simply looked down at me and winked.
Then he shared, “She calmed the storm inside of me with one fucking look. Made you a promise. I broke it. I get it. But above you and every fucking person on this fucking planet, there is her. And I promised her that even in the night, I would always be there. I've. Fucking. Been. There.”
My dad growled. Again. He growled. He was so angry. I get it.
My mom winked at me.
I lifted a brow at her.
She took my hand, and then walked through my apartment.
Once we were in my bedroom, she closed the door, pointed to the bed, and said, “Sit.”
I sat down.
She eyed the chair, and I watched a soft smile form on her face.
Then she sat down and looked at me, “Now, we are going to give them time to work this out. How are you?”
I sighed, then ran my hand through my hair, which had come loose during the night from the bun it had been in last night,“Still in love with him. I’m trying so hard to be strong and make him work to win me back... but...” I trailed off.
She smirked, “But it’s him.”
I nodded.
“I get it. I really do,” she told me as she took my hands in hers and squeezed them.
