Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 115272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Okay, sure, I sent her away, she had the babies, I think I can almost accept that even admire her for having gone through with it, something I have to thank her for at some later date after I’ve dealt with her other disrespect. I can maybe even see why she didn’t call to tell me or anyone in my family about my children. Sofia held onto her mad until I was a teenager before spewing it all over me. I get it; women can hold a grudge for infinity.
I even imagine she’d have cursed me every day, having to do it alone. But she crossed the line when she chose to accept another man as husband and father without contacting me. Every time I think about this faceless man, I want to break something, preferably his neck. I don’t know why; I’m not a selfish person. But the thought of some other man being around my kids…. did he see any of their firsts? Was he there when they started to walk, talk, what?
I’ll soon have the answers to all my questions, questions I refuse to ask her since she’d proven herself to be untrustworthy, but I haven’t yet been able to bring my prey to ground. It’s been hours, so I don’t know why the hell the ninja turtles haven’t found him yet. He’s not at her place, and there haven’t been any sightings of any strange men in that neighborhood. I have my guys looking into hotels, but I don’t have a name to go by, so that’s tedious work. I guess I’ll just have to keep my eye out.
In the meantime, the kids were starting to wilt, and if Gianna’s face got any longer, it would mop the floor, so I think it’s time to leave. “Nana, Gramps, thanks for taking care of Natalia; I’ll come get them in a day or two when things settle down here.” I picked up my little princess; yes, I’ve been thinking up cute little nicknames for my daughter.
As the evening grew, in fact, the idea of being a dad sorta grew on me more and more, and I find myself with a rush of excitement thinking about all the things I wanted to do with them, all the things I’d missed, there’s so much to make up for. “Say goodbye, Gianna.” She didn’t argue for once, and I find it odd that I’m thinking that because the girl I knew never went against me in anything.
I looked over at her when she didn’t answer, and I’m almost certain she glowered at me. She’s still so damn gorgeous, even more so now, I think, with the bloom of motherhood on her cheeks and murder in her eyes. I hadn’t even had time to really look at her, to see all the changes in her, because the kids had taken center stage.
Now, it’s time to get them settled down for the night, so I can have a talk with their mother. I’m not planning to raise my voice, but who knows how she’s going to react when I finally have that convo. I’d forced myself not to think about anything else but introducing my kids to their family in the last couple of hours, but now that time is coming to an end, I can turn my attention to her and where we go from here.
She walked ten steps ahead of me after I took Gianni from her arms, leaving her with baby Gabriel while I carried the other two. I’m not sure how she can carry even one of them, let alone all three, because they weigh almost as much as she does. Part of me is so proud of her I could burst, but I’m damned if I’ll show her that, not now anyway.
Of course, I’m going to reward the mother of my children for not only bringing them into the world safely but for taking such good care of them. Everyone tonight has been praising them for their behavior and their seeming intelligence. Pop hasn’t stopped beaming, and I think the twins are still in awe.
Since I don’t know for sure what everyone else is feeling, what’s hidden behind their ready smiles, I’ve been playing buffer because I know once the excitement wears off, there are going to be some very angry people, and that anger is going to be aimed at her. That does not exactly sit well with me. Although I understand that there are hurt feelings, no one else is allowed to yell at Gianna for her choices but me.
I didn’t mean to, but as she walked ahead of me, I found myself checking her out. Our reunion as such hadn’t been quite what I had imagined, not once my daughter made her appearance, but now that things were calming down for the night, I find my mind doing what it always does when it comes to her.