Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 43284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Bri looked at me with fear in her eyes and I felt that shit in my guts. I’d done this, instead of being the rock she deserved, the man who stood behind her in all things, I’d been a fucking asshole who’d left her open to ridicule from my own daughter and her father’s hand. Luckily for him there were no marks on her that I could see or I’d have skinned his ass alive.
“Look at me babygirl. I just went into your father’s house and took you out. Do you know what that means? It means that from now on you’re mine. Mine to keep, to cherish to spoil, just mine in every sense of the word. I’m going to tell you what I told my daughter. I love you, the love I have for you cannot be broken. I love my daughter, that’s never gonna change, and I hope that one day you two can get past this and be friends again. But if you can’t, you and me, we’re in this for the long haul. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
It seemed like all she could do was cry and nod her head, but that was okay I could do the rest. I’d wanted to take her in there and get her settled before tackling Crystal but it looked like once again shit was taken out of my hands. “Just follow my lead in there baby, and remember no matter what’s said, at the end of the night you’re in my bed under me.” That seemed to be enough for her and I climbed out and went around to get her.
I kept her hand in mine and her body well shielded behind me when we walked into the house. They were both in the kitchen looking ready for battle. “We need to talk Gabriel it’s best you send your little girlfriend away this is a family matter.” Priscilla had once again lost her fucking mind. Bri’s hand trembled slightly in mine, but I squeezed it reassuringly and she settled down some.
“First, what the fuck are you doing in my house? I don’t recall inviting you, and second, as my fiancé she has more right to be here than you do.” Fucking A they wanted to push my buttons, well let’s see how well they liked it when I pushed the fuck back.
There were a lot of indrawn breaths including the girl behind me, and I saw mother and daughter zero in on her finger. Thank fuck I had her ring upstairs in the safe already.
“Well, this whole thing has upset our daughter and I think you can agree that after the rough start she had…” Priscilla was gearing up for battle and I could tell from her first volley that they had decided to play hardball. Too bad for both of them that shit had grown old, and I’d had the past three days to get my shit together. This shit was not going to end the way they expected, I’d see to it.
“What rough start, what the fuck are you talking about? We got pregnant when we were young, our parents stepped in, she’s never wanted for anything in her life, please explain to me when the fuck our daughter suffered this great injustice that justifies her being what she’s become.”
“Dad…” Hurt, she was hurt and pissed but I think the latter more so than the former. “Listen sweetheart, I love you, you’re my kid, but you cannot and will not tell me who to love. I put her through enough hell while trying to figure out the best way to tell you about us. Sorry you’re hurt by this but Brianna is the woman I’m going to spend the rest of my life with.”
My daughter screamed like I’d punched her in the gut while her mother sneered at me. “Woman? She’s barely a child, what kind of sick relationship are you two having? I mean what can you two possibly have to discuss with each other?”
“You were younger than she is when you had Brianna remember, as to what we discuss that’s none of you fucking business. I repeat what the fuck are you doing here?” Now I was beyond pissed because this was all bullshit. I’d done everything right to make up for my mistakes, not that I would ever see my kid as such. But I had spent the last ten years or so trying to make up for not being there from the beginning.
I’d busted my ass to make sure that I could give her a good life, like the one my parents had given me. Didn’t I deserve some fucking happiness? I’m fucked if I was gonna plead with anyone for that shit. My daughter I’m sorry to say had shown that she didn’t give a fuck about me, sad to say but it’s true.