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But I’d love for her to come over. After Antonio left this morning, I took a self-guided tour of my new home. As I walked down the hallways, I remembered Neomi hating Benny’s home when they married. Not that I can blame her. His bachelor pad reminded me of a marshmallow.
Not even a toasted one that tastes delicious on a s’more.
No, a dull, dry marshmallow that makes you want to chug a glass of water after eating it.
So Benny built her a new house.
Luckily, I don’t have to deal with that problem with Antonio. My new home already provides so much of what I love. It’s spacious with a comforting warmth to it, and I love the evidence of family sprinkled throughout.
Framed photos of Amara and her drawings on the fridge.
Toys stuffed in a toy box in the corner of the living room.
My favorite part of the house is the patio nestled in a sea of colorful flowers. It reminds me of my mother’s rose garden, and I know I’ll spend a lot of time there.
So far, I’ve only come across one cold item in the house.
And it goes by the name of Damien.
He acted like he’d rather babysit a fire-breathing dragon than me.
“I’ll be in my wing,” he told me after Antonio left.
“The dude has a wing?” I asked myself under my breath.
That’s how I learned Damien also has ears like a hawk because he turned around and said, “Yes, I do.”
So far, I’m 1-0 in loving the roommate situation. But as soon as Amara returns home, I know that’ll change. Maybe she’ll lighten Damien up for me. The girl could drag sweetness out of Hannibal Lecter.
Perhaps I should send her to my father to smooth things over between our families.
Enzo crying snaps me out of my thoughts.
“Dinnertime,” Natalia says while walking to Enzo’s crib. “Call or text later, okay?”
I blow Enzo a kiss, say good night to Natalia, and collapse in bed after ending the call.
Today was draining, filled with talking to people nonstop.
Most via call or text.
I texted with Bruno, who said he had no problem being my bodyguard but confirmed he’d only accept payment via my father. So now, bodyguard-wise, I’m down to no one or Damien.
And Damien isn’t looking too great.
I also talked with Aunt Helena, Aunt Celine, Benny—who asked if I’m ready to come home a good ten times— Neomi, and Luca.
Just as I’m about to plug my phone into the charger, it vibrates with a text from my father.
It’s a single red-heart emoji.
Since when does he use emojis?
He once claimed emojis were banned from all group chats because he found themfucking ridiculousand said they were for people who were too lazy to type out an actual response. I’m also certain he’s salty they changed the gun emoji to a squirt gun.
I reply with a heart-hands emoji.
If my father can warm up to lazy texting, maybe he can do the same with Antonio.
