Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 42398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
I have to literally fight to spend time with my wife and daughter, when it's not them it's my own parents, my poor kid never has a moment to herself unless daddy confiscates her and hides out somewhere, which we both enjoy.
Delia is.....flourishing, there's no other word for it, she's come a long way since we first met, she's still my sweet shy girl who needs her daddy to look after her, but she's cutting her teeth on one of her father's companies and really loving it.
She shines.
Now the three nuts are talking about grooming my baby Belle to follow in their footsteps, I'm outnumbered and outgunned but I'm grateful that they're here and that my wife gets to see first hand how much our daughter is loved. She'd told me her fears one night after making love, her fear that little peanut would grow up not feeling loved the way she had, I'd assured her that our daughter would have a vastly different upbringing than the one she'd suffered but I guess in this case seeing is believing.
On weekends I hijack my little peanut before the rest of the house wakes up, put her on her mom's tit for her morning feeding while Delia is still between sleep and wake, and then we go for a drive.
That's our bonding time because I know for sure as soon as we get back to the asylum, she'll be snatched out of my arms and the three old women will start their fussing campaign.
At least I finally have my wife back with all their fussing over the baby and their talk of missing our on Delia's childhood and making up for it with peanut she was given a reprieve.
As to the little drama in our lives, things had pretty much settled down, Delia had eventually been told what had transpired, which led to one of our biggest arguments to date.
Not because she found fault with the way we handled things, but because she wanted to contact Carl and Joann.
Celine as had been the plan had overdosed in that hotel room and wasn't found until a few days later when the stench from her carcass had overpowered the guests on that floor.
I think the city buried her or something in pauper's field since she was pretty much behind recognition and the name on the hotel sign in sheet was bogus. It was ruled and intentional suicide or some crap like that, who cares?
When Delia found out what Carl had done, and his guilt over the way he'd treated her her whole life, my softhearted girl wanted to reach out to both of them, him and her incubator.
I was totally against it but as I found in the last year, it was hard to deny her anything, I knew Joann would take care of that for me anyway, the woman was extremely bitter and will always be.
The first time Delia had gone to see her she'd tried to spit on her, even with her neck in a brace, paralyzed from the neck down, she'd tried to spit on her kid.
I'd been standing outside the door because there was no way I was going to let her go see that viper alone but I had no interest in seeing that bitch ever again so I'd stayed just outside the door.
I'd dragged Delia out of the room quickly after I'd heard Joann shouting obscenities at her.
That was the first and the last time she'd been there.
As for Carl, he was an entirely different story, he was so full of remorse that I almost felt sorry for him, almost.
Dylan Thorpe and his bitch Maura had also found themselves at the end of a nasty campaign to get them out of town.
What!
Did you think I'd forget that they'd been part of the scheme to separate me from my money and make me a laughingstock?
Hell no, last I heard they were in Arizona selling art at flea markets or some shit like that.
I still keep tabs on them because if the day should ever come that they get back on their feet, I will do everything in my power to destroy them again.
Delia exchanges letters with Carl every once in a while but I monitor that shit closely, it's my job to protect her heart no matter what she says.
In the beginning she'd been worried about offending Vito, but he'd been somewhat more understanding than I, I guess it could be because Carl had been sent away for ten years, seems the law really frowns upon one of its own crossing the line even if it was military and not law enforcement.
Now we're having one of our rare mornings alone, the baby is still asleep, the sun has yet to make it's appearance and our side of the house is quiet.