“Did you think she would see you half naked and want to fuck you?” Gage is spitting his words, he’s that pissed.
I can’t believe they are having it out in front of me, in front of everybody, in their father’s house.
Max’s expression melts into one of sorrowful rejection and it pains me to see him deflate that severely.
“Oooohhhh…” Gage flails his arms animatedly, being an asshole. “My brother gets a fucking stiffy from my girlfriend when she walks in the door. I saw it then. That’s what pissed me off. Now you’re doing it again.”
Max’s eyes start to well with tears; his face is breaking my heart. I could almost cry for him. Gage is taking this too far.
“What big brother? Can’t take it?”
The slumping of Max’s shoulders and lowering of his head from sadness is enough. I can’t take this bullying anymore.
“Fuckin pussy, you spout shit about me loving a woman for six fucking years. Calling me names and telling me, I’m nothing. Just like mom did. Now you off and crush on her too. That’s not my fuckin’ fault I got there first, Max. Stop eye fucking her. She’s not yours. She’s mine. Got that you worthless piece of shit?”
That is it!
“Stop it right now!” I yell at Gage and everybody looks at me. Tasha releases her hold on my shoulder and I take a proud step forward.
Gage’s face immediately changes, like a wave of realization washes over him. “I’m—”
“No.” I cut him off, with my hard-edged tone and the wave of my hand. “You’re not anything. I didn’t want to come here today, Gage. I wanted to stay home and do this some other time. I came here to meet your family because you wanted that. I’ve never done that in my life. Now your brother and you get into some stupid fight, over me? Because he got a boner? Seriously? Do you know how often you give me one? Just talking to you does that to me.”
I hear a gasp and I glance to see Chelsea with wide eye’s, listening.
Oh shit!
Guess the cat is really out of the bag. Nothing like announcing you have a penis on your first day at your boyfriend’s family’s house. Dammit! If I didn’t already give them a reason not to like me, add that to the list.
They all know now.
They know.
Oh God!
I told them all.
What have I done?!
Tears of fear, rejection, sadness, and pain, pour from my eyes. I can’t do this. I can’t go through this. I can’t be subjected to hatred and judgment, not again in my life. Why did I do this? It’s all my fault.
Concealing my eyes with my hands, I move lightning fast through the kitchen and Max steps out of my way to let me pass. Nobody has said a thing. Not even Gage.
Going to the front door, I pass Emma, who has a bright smile adoring her angelic face.
“Time for me to go honey.” I tell her, reaching out for my princess, rubbing the top of her head.
“Okay, I’m going too.” Emma decisively states.
My Emma, my sweet girl, whom I love so much.
I bend down and pick her up, wrapping her legs around my hip and we walk out of the house.
Tugging the door shut behind me a hand stops it from closing, as a silent Gage breaks my hold and follows me outside.
“We need to talk.” He announces.
“No. I’m getting my purse and I’m calling Lincoln. Then Emma and I are going home.” I don’t care if he gets angry. I’m making the choice to take her with me. If he wants to fight me on it, bring it on. I’m taking her home. She’s mine.
She’s mine? Oh boy. I am really mixed up today.
After a date on Friday night with the two most important people in my life. Then waking up Saturday morning to a pretty little girl coming into my yoga studio again, where we went downstairs and had breakfast. Once daddy was up, we drove to the park, where Emma played and we all fed the ducks. Afterward, we dropped Emma at Tasha’s, and Gage drove me forty-five minutes to the nearest mall with a Victoria Secret, where we spent the better part of two hours picking out new panties and nighties. Following our shopping spree, we ate dinner at a tiny little bistro. On the way home, Gage pulled over and ended up forcing himself up my dress, to give lady another earth shattering orgasm. We came back and picked Emma up from Tasha’s. Emma left again this morning to go grocery shopping with Tasha before the family meal today. If all that time with my beautiful princess doesn’t in a way make her mine, then I don’t know what does. I realize Emma hasn’t been in my life for very long. But it doesn’t matter. She’s a huge part of me, a part of me that I would protect with my last dying breath.
I stare at him, awaiting his reply.