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We had broken each other too many times to count.
I explained to her that sometimes it’s better for two people to walk away from each other rather than keep hurting one another. I reassured her we’d always love her and be devoted parents to her for the rest of her life. It didn’t appease her, if anything it agitated her. She said I didn’t know what I was talking about and our love could surpass anything.
That it already had been proven time and time again.
Now it was time that we found our way back together.
It’s where we belonged.
A lot had changed since that night. Dylan was nice to me now, well, in his own Dylan way of course. We hung out with the boys, Alex, and sometimes it felt like old times, except we weren’t together.
We were friends.
It was nice to have him in my life again, even if it wasn’t in the way that I once hoped for.
Dating was a lot harder than I remembered.
I had gone on a few dates and not one of them kept my interest.
Half-Pint said Dylan wasn’t dating anyone. She hadn’t seen any women around him, either. I found that hard to believe. He couldn’t go long without some sort of interaction with his dick. I think she was trying to keep me in the dark when it came to his sex life.
“Mom, you think this looks okay?”
I nodded, looking at Giselle in the mirror. She was dressed in a blue gown for her junior year prom.
“Honey, you’re breathtakingly beautiful,” I beamed as I took her hand and made her spin for me.
“What the fuck is she wearing?” Dylan roared, making me shake my head.
Giselle and I both turned around to find him leaning against the doorframe in that McGraw sort of way. After all these years that look still made my panties wet. His arms crossed over his chest, one leg draped over the other with the biggest grin on his face. The man could be sinfully sexy even when he was being a complete asshole.
He started to make himself more at home in my house, not knocking on the door when he came in, staying for dinner without being asked. He even crashed a few times in the guest bedroom. Giselle was always with us. There were very few times that we hung out alone without the boys or Alex.
“Oh my God, you don’t like it?” Giselle panicked.
I glared at him.
Her Daddy’s opinion topped everyone else’s. She had him wrapped around her finger and she knew it.
“Where’s the rest of it?” he asked, looking her up and down.
She followed his gaze. “What do you mean?” she said, holding her dress out, swaying side to side for him.
“I mean…” He gestured toward his chest. “What’s up with this?”
I shut my eyes, silently laughing.
“They’re called boobs, Dad.”
I had to turn around to hide my laughter. She was going to give him a heart attack.
“No shit. Why are they out?”
She looked at him like he had grown two heads. “I can’t really do much about that. I got them from Mom. You should know that, I catch you staring at them all the time.”
I blushed, clearing my throat. “Giselle—”
“I don’t like this. I don’t like this one fucking bit.” He pushed off the door and left.
