Chapter 81
Chapter 81
Felicity is in tight blue jeans and a cute pink cashmere sweater, her long dark hair is in a log ponytail and her perky boobs are high in the air.
What kind of bra does she wear, anyway?
entually, Lucia comes into view, and she and Dom make their way down to the car, and o the backseat. “Hi, guys.” I smile. “Hi, Mom.”
“How was your day?” I pull out into the traffic.
“Good.” they reply.
“Arnold pooed his pants. He had a stomach bug.”
“Oh.” I wince. “Poor Arnold. Is he okay?”
“That kid’s got real problems,” Dominic says as he looks out the window.
“Mom, you
wouldn’t believe what happened to my lunch today,” Lucia says
My eyes flick up to hers in the mirror. “What?”
“My egg sandwich exploded in my lunch box.”
“Oh.”
“And her bag smelled like fart gas.” Dominic sighs.
What’s a dilf?” “A what?” I frown.
“A dilf.”
was disgusting.
My eyes widen in horror. “Where did you hear that word?”
“When I was standing at the gate, I heard Zoe’s mom tell her friends that our dad is a real dilf.”
“Zoe who?”
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1 grip the steering wheel so tight that it’s a wonder it doesn’t disintegrate in my bare hands.
“What is it?” he asks again.
“It’s a…” I search for the right lie. “It’s a zoo animal.”
“A what?”
“Because he’s big, she must think he looks like an ape.” I fake a smile.
“It’s a funny joke, isn’t it? Ha–ha.”
Dom curls his top lip, unimpressed. “He doesn’t look like an ape at all.”
That fucking wench, if she thinks for one minute that she is going to get her claws into him, she can think again. As if my life isn’t hard enough at the moment, I don’t need perky boobed Barbie to complicate things further.
“Mom!” Lucia yells, interrupting my murder plans. “Are you listening to me at all?”
No, actually, I’m not, Lucia.
“Of course I am.” I grit my teeth.
“My big toe ripped out of my sock today,” she continues. “It was poking out and rubbing on my shoe
all day.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. I need a drink, and I need it now.
“And now we have to clean my bag because it smells like egg.” she raves on
Fuck my life….
“I can hardly wait.”
We arrive at home and I park the car, we amble inside and I go straight to the fridge and get a bottle
of wine. I open it and as I look for a glass, I take a swig out of the bottle.
I’m beginning to understand how people become alcoholics.
A knock sounds at the door and I hear it open. “Hello, I’m looking for Dominic and Lucia Coleman?
a man’s voice asks.
That’s me.” Dom replies..
Who is that?
come flying around the corner from the kitchen to see a delivery man. “I have two packages. One for Dominic and one for Lucia,” he says.
“Who is it from?” I ask
“Gabriel Ferrara, their father.”
I stare at the delivery man flatly, this is no normal delivery driver, how does he know who their father is? Has he flown all the way here to hand deliver these packages?
The kids‘ eyes widen, and Lucia begins to bounce on the spot.
Ugh… Don’t even.
“I have special instructions that both Violet and the children have to sign for each package.
I walk over and sign for Dominic’s and he does too, and his package is handed over to him, then I do the same for Lucia. “Thank you.” I close the door in the delivery man’s face.
They both take their packages and run to grab the scissors.
I walk back to the kitchen with my heart in my throat, what’s he bought them…a pencil case, a pony, an island…fuck, it literally could be anything.
I sit on the couch with my bottle of wine as they take forever to unwrap their presents.
Hurry up already.
Dom gets his open first and he gasps with wide eyes.
“What is it?” I snap.
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He holds it up proudly. “It’s a phone.” A blue iPhone with a postcard handwritten by Gabriel.”
“What?” I snatch the card from him.
My dearest Dominic
I’ve bought you a phone so that you can call
me whenever you want to.
It’s for calls only and doesn’t have internet
and has been locked for Wi–Fi (you are too young just yet).
Please keep it in the kitchen where Mom can
see it at all times.
My phone number is programmed in, you just
have to press the name Dad and it will connect straight through to me.
All my love,
Dad, xx
Dominic swipes it open and a picture of him and Gabriel posing together lights up the screen. “Wooow.” Dominic’s eyes are nearly popping from their sockets. “This is sick.”
“Oh my god,” Lucia yells as she finally gets hers unwrapped. “Mine is pink.”
Oh, this just keeps getting better and better. I go and fill my wineglass back up.
This is the day from hell.
It begins to ring in Dominic’s hand, and their eyes widen. “What do I do?”
“Who is it?” I play along.
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