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When I stopped crying, my dad looked me in the eye. “Let’s start with the paperwork for the prenup. Then, if you think you can handle me being away for a spell, I’ll check into rehab and get solid.”
“Why now?” I chuffed.
“Because you’re right. It’s time to stop being selfish.” He stood up and walked around his desk. “Evan cornered me before he ran off with your aunt, told me I needed to clean my mess up.”
“I can’t believe he’s marrying Aunt Judy.” Laughter took over. “I thought Victoria was bad.”
A knock at the door stopped our laughter and my mother walked in. “How can you be laughing at a time like this?”
“It’s called comic relief, Marge.”
“Really, Thomas.” Her lips pinched together. “I’m going to meet Antonia at the club to discuss wedding plans.”
“Already?” I felt my eyelid twitch.
“Well, it would be best to do the wedding before she’s showing.”
“Son, do you want a big to-do?”
I turned my head to see my dad and shook my head. “No.”
“No big wedding.” He smiled at my mom.
“Thomas. We’re a prominent family, as are they.”
He cut her off, still smiling. “This isn’t about us.”
With a glare, mom turned and left the room.
“There’s one hurdle done.” He smiled at me. “Let’s get out of here and get lunch while we get plans in order.”
Spending Saturday at my dad’s office with a hangover sucked, but by early evening, we had solid plans for both of us.
Ethan’s dad had set up the rehab appointment for my dad and knowing that dad talked to someone about getting sober lifted a weight off my shoulders. While my dad worked on paperwork, I went through his office and emptied any and all alcohol I found.
I also called home and spoke to our maid Rosa and asked her to clear the house.
Dad set up a meeting between the contractor, old man Roberts, and me so I could get my foot in the construction field.
We spent the rest of the weekend at home, watching movies and catching up. I needed this. I needed to know he had my back.
Everything was about to change and I was pretty sure not everything was for the better.
Miranda
When I made it home, I hopped off the bike and ran into the house. My grandpa watched me run in and down the hall to my room.
I threw myself on my bed and felt the dogs surround me as the sobs broke free. Moe brought me his favorite squeaky toy to make me feel better, but nothing was going to help.
Larry and Moe tried licking my head and arm, and I felt a hand on my shoulder.
“I know it hurts, baby.”
“I … I was so, so, so, so stupid!” Moe whined in response.
“You weren’t stupid.” Grandpa’s voice had humor in it. “C’mere.” He pulled me into his lap. “Miranda, first loves hurt.”
“I don’t want it to hurt.”
