I reach for the fluffy red towel off of the rack right outside of Holden’s glass shower.
Our shower? Should I be calling it that? Technically, this shower is his and mine is downstairs, but I’ve been spending more and more time in this bathroom. In this room. In his life. The lines of separation are blurring, and I can’t help but be thrilled about it. Last weekend, after I went to a conference about the importance of reading with children under the age of 10 with Joanne, the four of us we went shopping as a family. The kids needed new winter clothes, thanks to their growth spurt in progress, but we left with much more than new wardrobes for them. While they got new clothes, we all got new bedding, though my bedding was for Holden’s bed since that’s where I lounge when we’re home alone or when I sneak up after the kids have successfully passed out, if he’s not working. We also all got new towels, again mine are for Holden’s bathroom, new red cookware, my favorite color, and frames for more up to date photos of the kids. Or at least I assume it’s for them. When I asked, he simply winked. It honestly feels like we’re getting to that point.
I’m excited.
I’m anxious.
I’m terrified we’re going to take two steps back.
That seems to be the pattern with us. Every time we move forward, every time I feel Holden is really past everything, we end up in an argument proving just the opposite. Lynk’s haircut. Sage wanting to give toys she doesn’t play with to kids at shelters. Both wanting to redecorate their rooms. Every decision they make needs his stamp of approval and only his apparently. Which I get. They are his kids. But whether or not he wants to admit it, they’re kinda mine too…
“Hey, I’m-” Holden’s voice cuts itself off. His stare leisurely trails down my towel covered body, lapping up the drops with his eyes the way I wish his tongue would.
I move towards the counter, and he bites his bottom lip when he catches a glimpse of my upper thigh. With a small snicker, I question, “Puedo ayudarlo?”
He leans against the door frame. “Tell me that means you’re asking me to bend you over the counter and fuck you.”
The specific choice of words grows wetness snuggly between my thighs. My back presses against the white counter top. With a crooked grin, I shake my head. “It doesn’t.”
Holden saunters my way, hands attaching themselves to my hips the second I’m within reach. “It should…”
Keeping my wet body from being pressed against his dress shirt, I adjust his crooked tie. “Are you trying to avoid going into the office?”
He grouses, “I hate that place.”
“Is it because you’re the only ‘criminal’ in there?”
“Ha.” He rolls his eyes harshly. “Far from it. If the masses had any indication the people who ‘protect’ our country were in deed some of the dirtiest ones in it, there’d be coups and constant riots.”
Sarcastically, I sigh, “Eso es reconfortante.”
His fingertips graze the top of my chest. “It’s realistic.”
I bite back the moan attempting to escape. “Is it gonna be a long day?”
“Very.”
“Home by lunch?”
Holden reluctantly shakes his head. “Doubtful. I’ve got information overload to dump on them that they’re going to want to waste my time cross checking in front of me before hearing my actual plan for getting the auction head. With the way Murphy was whining on the phone, I get the feeling I’ll be lucky to be home by dinner.”
My shoulders drop though I try to keep my attitude positive. “Well, we will set you a plate out just in case.”
His fingers begin to trail to the side of my towel that’s keeping it in place. “What do you have planned?”
“I don’t,” I answer, watching his movements. “This Winter Festival has all of my current brain power. After it’s finally over, I can think about other things.”
Sage has asked me questions nonstop about it for over a week. And for some reason, Lynk grew overly enthusiastic about it two days ago and jumped on the bandwagon. It feels like the only thing they can think of is this thing, which means it’s primarily the only thing I can think of by proximity.
All of sudden, Holden tugs my towel apart and presses against me, hot breath whispering in my ear. “You can think about something else right now.”
I start to argue when the feeling of his finger lightly caressing my clit makes me voiceless. The effort to grab a decent breath is executed as his tongue invades my mouth in a hostile nature.
When he pulls slightly back he states, “You’re already wet for me.”
Another whimper rushes to fall from my lips yet I refuse to let him have all the fun. “It’s from the ducha…”
Holden grumbles his discontent over my snarky retort, angles my body onto the counter in a better position for taking, and hastily removes his cock. Before I have the chance to say another word, he thrusts himself sharply inside. On a gasp of gratitude to be filled again, I let my head fall backwards, instantly engulfed by the ecstasy encasing me. My pussy clasps around his cock that’s callously continuing to pound without mercy. He groans his approval and secures his hand to the nape of my neck to yank my face forward. Our foreheads knock together as his eyes drop to where his dick is diving to the limits again and again. The combination of the dirty vision and the even dirtier sound sends my lips flying to his. His tongue crushes against mine in an array of staggered kisses. Between each one deep, primal growls escape.
Holden’s lips relocate to knock against my ear again. “You’re gonna come twice for me, baby.”
My pussy twitches at the proclamation, prepared to deliver.
I start to dip my head backwards once more, which causes him to yank me forward again. “I wanna spend the whole fucking day covered in you…”
Unable to stop the rising moans that are transforming into loud shrieks, I reach for his tie and bite down on it to stifle the sounds.
The action swells his dick.
He stretches me further.
Pants harder.
“I come home to this pussy…”Another cry of content clogs my throat as he adds, “This pussy comes home to me.”
Over the orgasmic edge I’m thrown into a deep erotic abyss. The muscles quake around him, body thrashing for room to freely extend their pleasure yet he holds me tighter. Possibly bruising my neck.
I scream again, the tie I’m using as gag now an undeniable aid in preventing the children from hearing me.
“That’s right baby,” his voice smugly states. “You fuckin’ scream for me.”
Against my own volition my mouth repeats the action, except my pussy follows suit, warning of another orgasm very closely on the heels of the first.
Holden’s body begins to tremble, but he keeps his cock steadily shredding me apart. Shredding my entire existence into shrapnel only he’s capable of recognizing. His ragged breaths fill my ear, overwhelm my senses, and shake loose the small hold I had on an additional climax. There’s one sharp squeak followed by profuse quivers throughout my entire system.
He groans and bites a space on my neck. His teeth vibrate against my flesh with every word, “You’re all mine, Meena…”
I vanquish the article from mouth and repeat, “Si. All yours, Holden.”
The prompted words are just the tip over he needed. Holden’s dick instantly goes rigid and the hold on my neck chokes the remaining breath from me. Scorching, powerful wetness flows deep inside of me, melding not only our orgasms together, but our vitality.
It feels this way, every. Time.
Holden’s body sags against mine and my fingers sweetly stroke his arms. “Te amo…”
There’s no hesitation in his body moving for our eyes to meet or in his response, “I love you too.”
We sweetly lock lips and any questions in my mind from earlier are washed away.
Our groove is working just the way it is. We’ll keep figuring everything out together.
He pulls away on a soft hum. “I need to get going…”
“Shouldn’t you rinse off? You smell like sex.”
“I smell like you.” Holden winks, removes himself completely, and tucks his dick back into his suit pants. Afterward he firmly commands, “And when I get back between those thighs tonight, I wanna know you still feel like me.”
His naughty need is granted a smile.
“Got it?”
“Eres agresivo.”
He chuckles and straightens his tie. “When it comes to you baby, you don’t even know the half of it.”
I try not to blush at the compliment.
Holden runs his hand down his tie and another light laugh escapes. “I can literally feel your teeth marks in this.”
“Change!”
“Not a chance in hell.” He delivers a soft peck. “I’m gonna go kiss the kids goodbye. Hopefully they don’t wake up from it.”
Surprise paints my expression. “They’re still asleep?”
“Yeah, can you believe it?”
I bounce my head back and forth. “Sort of. They’re both in a growth spurt. Means extra emotions, extra eating, and almost always extra sleeping.”
He tries not to grumble. “How much more are they gonna grow? We just went shopping last weekend.”
“Which is why we bought a couple sizes bigger.” My reassurance is met with an eye roll. “Go kiss them goodbye, and I’ll see you tonight.”
“Promise to take lots of photos?”
“And video.”
Satisfied, he slips back out of the bathroom leaving me covered in his bites, bruises, and cum, but nothing else.
Today’s going to be a good day. I just know it.
“Stop it!” Lynk snaps.
“You stop it!” Sage shouts back.
Completely frustrated, I turn around to face them in the back seat and snip, “Both of you. Stop it. Now.”
Lynk grunts and looks out the window while Sage shoves her bottom lip out, threatening to cry.
And this is probably what I hate most about holidays or holiday related events. It never fails to turn even the most well-behaved children into assholes. After four hours filled with pictures, sugar, games, and even a fake snowball fight, I decided it was time to be done despite the fact neither were ready. This one decision took them from being adorable angels to pissed off heathens before they buckled their seat belts. Apparently, I’m the villain for having had enough of hearing children scream or be ignored by their parents who wanted to take the time to just sit around and gossip.
My phone beeps its annoying warning once more about a dying battery.
Oh, and not to mention my phone is depleted from the ridiculous amount of photos I was taking and sending to Holden and their grandparents. I’ll be lucky if I make it home without it crapping out.
All of sudden it starts to ring flashing a picture of me and my mother together.
“I wanna listen to the Glitter Bug song.”
“I hate that song,” Lynk complains. “We listen to it all the time.”
“No we don’t!”
“Yes we do!”
“No we don’t!”
“Yes we do!”
“No we don’t!
“Yes we do and it’s stupid!”
“Don’t say stupid,” I scold, preparing to answer the call.
“It’s not. It’s fun!”
“It’s dumb.”
“Lynk. Enough.” Not wanting to miss her call, I rush to answer, “Hello.”
“Hey!” My mother cheerfully says. “You busy?”
“Trying to leave the parking lot of the kids’ school.” I wiggle a car charger out of the console. “We just left their Winter Festival.”
“Where are you headed now?”
“Home.”
“Why don’t you stop by?” She suggests at the same time the phone is finally plugged in. “Mario’s home for a visit. He gets a few days off now that basic training is finished.”
My head hits the back of the seat. “What? Why didn’t anyone tell me sooner?”
“It was a surprise to all of us.” Her prompt answer is followed with, “Everyone’s come over though, and we’re barbequing. Come on by.”
Holden’s gripe about most likely not coming home until dinner rings in the back of my mind.
Do I really wanna stay cooped up with two cranky kids who are pissed off because I tore them away from the fun they were having? More importantly, do I really wanna spend the rest of my Saturday locked up inside when I can see my baby brother?
“Come on,” Mom encourages. “Mya brought the boys. I bet Lynk would love to play with them.”
Leaning the phone away from my mouth, I ask the grumpy party in the backseat, “Do you two wanna go by my mom’s house for a little bit? They’ve got BBQ and-”
“Is Marco there?” Lynk interrupts me.
“Si.”
“Did he bring his soccer ball?”
My mother chuckles at the question. “Tell him, we’ve got soccer balls and a goal set up.”
“If he didn’t bring one, we have to stop and get one. He’s gotta see this new trick I learned.” Lynk rambles without taking a breath. “He’s gonna be so jealous when he sees it.”
“Is Aunt Mia there?” Sage interjects. “Can she put the sparkles in my hair?”
“They seem to want to come,” she snickers triumphantly.
“Yes, and as a responsible adult I let the mood swings on two legs make all the important decisions.”
Mom laughs again then fusses, “This is not an important decision, Meena. It’s a couple hours with family and food. When do you ever say no to that?”
Never.
My silence is taken as my acceptance. “We will see you in a bit.”
“Si.”
“Oh!” She quickly adds. “Would you stop by the store and grab dessert. It seems somehow we have a million pounds of meat, a million and one sides, but nothing sweet besides popsicles for the kids.”
“Si,” I agree. “We’ll see you soon.”
After ending the call, I shut off the phone so it will charge faster, toss it in the cup holder, and turn around to announce, “We’re going for a little bit, but if your listening orejas fall off once we are leaving. Lo entiendes?”
They both nod and Sage immediately starts twisting her earlobes.
Lynk frowns. “What are you doing?”
“Making sure my listening orejas are on super tight!”
I smirk at her adorableness, turn back around, and put the car in reverse.
Once we’ve stopped by the grocery store to grab a feast of desserts where both children insisted they got to pick at least one for everyone to eat, we head directly to my parent’s home. Thankfully, both seem to be in better spirits, and I’m simply relieved we’re momentarily past the fighting.
At the house, Lynk helps get Sage out of her car seat, while I gather all the desserts in my arms.
Drawback to having a huge family? Nowhere to park for get togethers.
The three of us start the trek from the back side of the corner house where we parked. Music and laughter floods over the gate instantly causing a warm smile to cross my face.
I wish everyone had a family they loved being around like this. It’s definitely an experience to be surrounded by constant love and caring. It makes me happy Holden has this with his friends, but saddens me his children don’t.
Or at least they didn’t.
They will now…and so much more.
Lynk opens the front door for me and I loudly announce, “Hola!!! We’re here.”
My mother’s face pops up in the open kitchen. “Hola!”
“Mrs. Tamara!” Sage says rushing towards her.
The two hug before she moves onto hugging Lynk who greets her the same.
I drop the grocery bags full of desserts onto the kitchen table just as she says, “Marco and Cameron are outside in the backyard already playing.”
Lynk eagerly asks me, “Can I go? Can I go?”
With the bags free from my grip, I usher us towards the door with Sage reaching for my hand.
“Meena!” Mario tosses his beer free hand in the air at the sight of me. “Ahí está mi hermana mayor!”
He hustles over from where he was standing with Papi and two other men. “Hola…”
We exchange a quick hug and kiss. Having him back in my arms even if it’s just for a second momentarily soothes the fear of losing him to tragedy. Having him enlist in the Marines broke everyone’s heart, but it was what he had his sights on. Protecting. Serving. Determined to make a difference for the next generations. His speech on why he was joining only made it harder to let him go.
My baby brother’s too handsome for his own good face brightens. “And you brought invitados!”
“Sage, Lynk, this is my youngest brother, Mario. Can you say hi?”
Sage shyly waves along with Lynk.
Mario gives Lynk a playful look. “Are you the soccer star?”
He takes the bait. “Yeah! That’s me!”
“Marco says you’re pretty good…But I don’t know…I might be better. I played when I was in high school.”
“You did?!” Lynk gasps.
And I footed the bill for most of it.
“Yup.”
“Why didn’t you play in college or go pro?”
Mario shrugs at the same time we’re joined by the men he just left. “Decided to join the Marines instead. It was better for me.” Lynk nods, which is when Mario states, “But being a pro could totally be better for you. You wanna show me what you got little man?”
“Yeah!”
“And who is this?” The male to my brother’s left questions, his chocolate face flashing a blindingly white smile.
“This is my big sister, Meena. And when I say big, I mean, big. She’s the oldest. She’s always been responsible for keeping our culos in line.”
His praise colors my cheeks.
At least he acknowledges it.
“Meena, this is Erick Lamar,” he points to the dark-skinned male, “and Brian Styles.” His head motions at the tall one with bronze skin. “They were both at basic with me.”
“Nice to meet you.” Erick is first to shake hands.
Immediately after, my hand lands in Brian’s, though his dark blue gaze lingers longer than it should. “Pleasure…”
“Nice to meet you both,” I politely coo.
Suddenly, there’s an unusual huff from Holden’s mini.
My lips swiftly press together to prevent laughing.
Like father, like son, I see.
“These two are my boyfriend’s kids,” I emphasize and give Lynk’s head a sweet rub hoping to calm down his uneasy nerves.
Brian gives Lynk a friendly nod before he leans down to Sage’s level. “You know I have a little girl here who is probably just about your age. How old are you? 5?”
“4 almost 5.”
Brian’s smile expands. “Well I bet she would love some company. She brought some coloring books and was coloring with Mia. Wanna go over there and join them? I was just about to go check on her. We can go together if you want.”
Sage’s blues eyes begin to sparkle as she shoots her face up in question. “Can I go?!”
Quickly, I nod and dismiss them both. “Both of you go play. But remember what I said in the car.”
“Listening orejas!” They reply in unison.
Sage promptly drags Brian to the opposite side of the yard while Mario has Lynk follow him and Erick to where they’re kicking around the soccer ball.
I watch for a moment to insure they’re both settled before heading back inside. Lynk’s jealous outburst reminds me that I should send Holden a quick text to let him know we’re fine. On the other side of the closed sliding glass door, I reach into my back pocket intending to pull out my phone, yet I’m puzzled when I don’t. It takes a minute to remember where I left it, yet when I do, I make my way back towards the front door to get it from the car.
“Oh, Meena, can you help me in the kitchen for a minute?”
Halfway through the living room, I pause. “Can it wait? I need to grab my phone from the car.”
She removes a pan from the oven. “It’ll only take a sec. I just need you to mix Mario’s ‘secret’ BBQ sauce together for me, please. He’s been whining about it since the first batch of meat was finished.”
With a crooked smile, I shake my head, and relocate to the kitchen. “You still haven’t told him, it’s just two generic brands with a bit of brown sugar and cayenne pepper?”
My mom smiles wide while wiping her hands. “Why ruin the illusion?”
I laugh with her and remove the bottles from the fridge.
“How are things going with you, by the way?” She questions as I arrive in front of the mixing bowl. “Still happy with this job? Not ready to run away yet?”
The word choice twitches a glare from me. “I don’t run away, Mom. I just move on when it’s time. When I’m not needed anymore.”
Her hum is occupied with her offering me the brown sugar. “Are you still feeling needed?”
Memories of Holden’s body pressed tightly against mine while rambling erotic declarations trails rapidly through my mind forcing me to reply, “In a different way.”
She scoots a little closer. “Meena…I know you two were…engaged in mixing a little business with convenience…”
I glower at the poor phrasing.
“But I didn’t know it was more than that. Are you two…Are you two more than that now? Are you a couple?”
My hand reaches for the big wooden spoon while nodding. “Si.”
Her attempt at hiding her excitement is terrible. “Really? Are you…Oh my God are you gonna quit then? Just do the girlfriend/mom role instead of the nanny?”
There’s a question that needs an answer. And fast. Watching my boyfriend’s kid for pay yet sleeping with him feels like some sort of weird unclassified babysitter hooker scenario I don’t want to be a part of.
Unsure of how to answer, I choose to remain silent.
Catching onto my uncertainty, she simply nods, and begins chopping up the chicken. “Well, when the time comes and you need a new job, my boss’ boss is looking for a tutor for her daughter. Might be an easy job you can do in between caring for Holden’s kids.”
The idea takes a deeper root than I imagine.
Maybe that’s not a bad idea. It’s not like I need a shit ton of cash or anything. Just a little something to funnel into their accounts to help with bills or groceries or a house full of siblings unexpectedly.
“Want me to get more information or give her yours?”
“Maybe…” My hand stops swiftly mixing the concoction in the bowl. “All done. I’m gonna go grab my phone. I’ll be right back.”
She nods again this time not stopping me.
However, no more than three steps out of the kitchen, the sound of Sage’s voice ceases my movements. “Miss Meena, can I have a popsicle?”
I turn to face her. “After you eat lunch.”
She pouts and Lynk appears beside her. “Can I eat now? I’m hungry. They’ve got hot dogs!”
“I want a hot dog…” Sage’s voice almost whimpers.
This is exactly why I try to always make sure she gets a nap.
“They’ve got chips too! A bunch of chips!” Lynk asks wiping the sweat off his brow. “Can I have a Dr. Pepper?”
How can he possibly be sweaty already? He’s been out there for like five minutes and it’s winter!
“I want a juice box,” Sage announces.
“No juice boxes,” my mother interjects, “but I do have fruit punch. Do you want that?”
“Sí, por favor!”
“Meena, why don’t you help them get their hands washed, and I’ll make their plates?”
I offer her a warm look of thanks before saying, “Alright, lets get you two washed up and fed.”
“Then we can both have popsicles!” Sage shouts with another rush of joy, her tiny body now stumbling towards me.
“What about the brownies we brought?” Lynk reminds her.
“Can I have a brownie?!” She begs promptly.
A deep exhale escapes me as I do my best to collect my lost sanity.
After a long afternoon filled with lots of laughs, lots of messes, and lots of love, the three of us pull into the driveway completely exhausted. While Lynk is barely awake, Sage is completely passed out in her car seat. Thankful bedtime will be quick for them, I grab my bag, cradle her against my chest, and lead the three of us to the front door.
On our way down the hallway inside, I say to Lynk, “Teeth. Face. Bed.”
He nods his compliance instantly.
Suddenly, Holden’s seething body blocks our path. “Where the fuck have you been!?”
Baffled by his brass bite, especially in front of his children, I keep my composure and lower a stirring Sage to her feet. When her tiny face sees mine, I sweetly command, “Go upstairs with your brother to brush your teeth. Wash your face. And then put your jammies on. Okay?”
Sage yawns and mumbles her answer.
“Lynk help your sister, please.”
“Now!” Holden barks, pointing to the stairs beside us, eyes still pinned on me.
I stand back up and watch them disappear the direction they were told.
As soon as they’re out of sight he shouts again, “Where the fuck have you been, Meena?!”
“I-”
“Where the fuck is your phone!?”
The realization that it’s still plugged in the car barrels at me aggressively.
Shit. I forgot to go back to the car to get it. Every time I started to, something came up. Either the kids needed me or my parents or my siblings. At some point, I just abandoned the idea of retrieving it. If there was an emergency I know his number by heart.
“Answer me!”
“Deja de gritarme!”
“I don’t know what that fucking means!” Holden’s voice booms. “Just like I don’t know where the fuck you were for the past seven hours!”
“Have you been home this entire-”
“No! Just an hour, which I have spent searching all over the fucking internet for you! The last place I pinged your phone was at the goddamn grocery store hours ago!”
My mouth twitches to reply yet he continues shouting.
“Where the hell have you fucking been, Meena?! I’ve been going out of my goddamn mind!” His rage ripples through his entire body as I stiffen. “I couldn’t even follow which way your fucking car went because one of the traffic cams went out! I even tried turning the camera around on your family member’s phones to see if you were there, near any of them, but only kept getting black screens from fucking pockets or purses and so much fucking Spanish I felt like I had travelled to Mexico!” He barely takes a breath. “Who the fuck do you think you are not answering my calls or texts when you’ve got my kids! My kids!”
His tangent takes an ugly turn I know I’m not going to like. Quietly, I implore, “No hagas esto. No vayas alli….”
“English!” He screams yet I don’t bother repeating myself. “Tell me that in English for fucks sake!”
I silently refuse.
Holden’s anger is amped up a notch. “You can’t just fucking disappear with my kids, Meena!”
Thoughtlessly, I roll my eyes. “I didn’t disappear-”
“You sure the hell weren’t here! Where you should’ve been! Where they should’ve been! You had no right-”
“No right?” I quickly interrupt. “I had no right to take care of them? To spend time with them? To take them to play, have lunch, and a generally good fucking day?”
“You had no right to do whatever it is you were doing all fucking day and not tell me! Or call me! You aren’t their fucking mother! You don’t get to do that!”
“I wish she was!” Lynk’s voice rains down from the top of the stairs beside a teary-eyed Sage.
“Go to bed!” Holden yells violently.
“Don’t.” I viciously bite. “I don’t care how mad you are at me. Do. Not. Take it out on them.”
“Don’t tell me how to raise my kids! They’re mine, goddamn it! Not yours!”
The repeated declaration spreads a solemn reaction throughout my chest and an expanding knot in the back of my throat.
Holden drags his hands down his face in an attempt to calm himself. When he faces his children again, his heaving chest ceases, and he kindly states, “Will you two please get into bed? I’ll be up in a minute to tuck you in.”
Lynk starts to argue, but I motion my finger to my ears.
He silently nods yet the action spirals Holden back the direction he was facing. “You have a secret language with my children now?”
“I-”
“You don’t think I can fucking parent on my own? You don’t think I can handle a little push back?!”
“I think you can’t handle shit,” I chomp cruelly before I can stop myself. “I think you’re afraid to let anyone else love your children because the last woman who did failed so fucking miserably at it!”
“Fuck you!”
“Fuck you!” My mouth spouts without hesitation. “You wanna know where my phone was all day? In my car. It died after sending your ass pictures and videos all morning! You know why it was left there? Because I forgot to grab it! You wanna know why, Mr. Perfect? You wanna know how in the world I could live or exist without a stupid piece of technology plastered in my goddamn hand? Because I was busy living my life! I was letting your children live theirs! I was giving them fucking memories they’re never going to get locked up in your digital fortress!” Shaking my head, I begin to back up slowly, lungs burning in desperation for air. “I can’t do this…”
His brow creases.
“I won’t do this….”
Holden’s jaw ticks rapidly.
“I’m done.”
“What the fuck do you mean you’re done?”
“Termine.”
“What the fuck-”
“It means, you’re absolutely fucking right, Holden. I’m not their mother, which means I can walk away from you any fucking time I want.” He starts to speak and I announce, “Lo dejo.” With a snarky sneer, I snap, “In English? I quit.”
“Meena wait!”
He rushes my direction but the moment his hand attempts to make contact, I growl, “Touch me and you’ll lose those precious dedos you need to insure your children don’t lose a father too.”
My words as well as my delivery stagger him backwards.
I sharply turn and storm out the front door, not bothering to look back.
Not bothering to give him the satisfaction of seeing the tears falling from my eyes.
Guess I should’ve seen this coming.
Happiness with him in my life has always been temporary.