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My father yells my name with a wine in his hand as he walks his way toward me, then he hugs me. Yeah, he’s become a hugger, which I never expected from him. So, I hug him back before he shakes hands with Whiskey.
“Sixty and about to be a grandfather,” he says, smirking. “Couldn’t be happier.” And I believe him when he says that. Because for some reason, I believe he will treat my daughter differently than he treated me. He announced his retirement a few weeks ago, and I can see the heaviness that has lifted now. I see it in my mother as well.
“We found out the sex,” Whiskey says, smiling. He pulls out an envelope and hands it to my father. “Happy birthday.”
My mother goes to snatch it away, but my father manages to get it first. “Is it in here?”
I nod at his excitement. He turns to my mother. “You can find out after me.”
She pokes her lip out as he opens it, and when he does, he smiles, then looks at me. “She’s going to be as beautiful as you are.”
“A granddaughter?” my mother asks, a tear leaving her eye. I didn’t know she could cry. I guess I’m proved wrong.
“The best birthday present ever,” my father says as Clinton walks over. I haven’t seen him since he told me the truth about Whiskey.
Whiskey straightens when he sees him and grips my back. I told Whiskey it was Clinton who told me, and he hasn’t seen him since.
Clinton eyes us and turns and walks the other way.
We mingle, get compliments, and then we leave. It’s one of my favorite events because the pressure is gone. And I actually enjoy it.
How my life got to where it is today reads like a fictional novel full of stress and deceit. But in the end, it’s worked out. And I got the man who looks at me as if I’m the air he breathes.
What more could I ask for?
His hands touch my body, lifting the dress from me. And a mouth so hot touches my belly, kissing it before we even get to the bedroom.
“In this life, and the next, I would choose you, over and over again.”
I grip his head and pull it to my lips. “And I would choose you.”
Whiskey lifts me up, big belly and all, and carries me to our bed. He treats me as if I’m fragile, like I could break. Until I’m on top and taking control.
He likes it when I take control.
And as much as I love him, Whiskey stole my heart with blackmail, but what he didn’t expect was to love me.
