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“I didn’t! I’m not choosing! I didn’t know I had to. If you want me to choose between the five of you that’s a conversation we need to have as a family. But I won’t be ‘choosing’ anyone based on a DNA test. Love doesn’t work like that.”
“But it would be simpler if you just chose to be with Nix’s father,” I point out.
“It might appear simpler on paper, but it’s far from simple. Have you ever had your heart broken?”
Yes. By you, when you fucking vanished.
I shrug noncommittally.
“Well, if you had you’d know how shit it is. Imagine your heart breaking multiple times over because you’ve lost four people you love in place of just one. I couldn’t do it.” She shakes her head. “So if you have a problem with the way we are trying to do this, you better damn well call a family meeting to air it, because I’m telling you now, if it’s a case of choosing, I will pick Phoenix every single time, my heart be damned. If I can’t make this work with all of you, then I won’t have any of you.”
She’s flushed with anger and breathless from the passion of her speech. I really want to kiss her.
“And if I don’t have a problem with the way things are?” I ask in a low tone, pushing off from the dresser and stalking towards her.
She moves until she’s nose to nose with me and jabbing her finger into my chest with every word screamed at me. “Then get your damn head out of your ass and start acting like it!”
Before I can kiss her, she pushes past me and storms from the room, slamming the door behind her.
A grin spreads across my face – I can’t help it – and I pull the ring box from my pocket. Placing it on my bedside table, I decide I’ll keep hold of it a little longer. I grab a notebook and pen from the mess on the floor and flip down onto the bed, lying on my stomach.
Words, lyrics, promises flow from the tip of the pen like wine at a party, as I pour out my assholeish heart on the paper, bleeding words of love and regret for my muse.
Guys’ Chat
Thorn: Jesus keep your panties on!
Baxter: I want help wining and dining. I have an idea, Ace, to recreate the meal when we first met.
Ace: I cook. Happy help.
Baxter: Thank you.
Thorn: I can’t cook for shit. What do you need me for?
Baxter: I wanted to make it...romantic.
Thorn: Why do you need me for that?
Baxter: Because you’re the biggest fucking pussy I know, and because my idea of romance is the heads of her enemies served up on silver platters.
Thorn: You’re right. You do fucking need me. But it’ll cost you...
