Bliss – Chapter Three

“I asked you if you wanted to cancel and you said no.” She was on the verge of losing it, I could feel it. I was pushing all the right buttons.

Is this really what you want, you idiot? You’re fighting with the love of your life over your father. This isn’t going to end well for you.

“You never should have invited him.” Nope, no retreat, no surrender. I was clearly trying to destroy myself and my marriage.

She swallowed. “I was just trying to help—”

That was your idea of help?” I snorted a sarcastic laugh. “Why the hell do I expect you to understand? You don’t know shit about what it’s like, what I went through. You grew up with people who adored you, who cared if you lived or died.”

The Pierres were, hands down, the nicest people I’d ever met. They seemed unreal. I was addicted to their love. They’d welcomed me with open arms and hearts, called me their daughter, and made me feel like I belonged. As such, I was usually the one suggesting we go stay with them in Canada, under the guise that the kids needed to see their grandparents more often. Naomi always saw right through me.

The universe had given me rotten human beings as parents, but had corrected itself, allowing me to inherit the Pierres.

She opened her mouth to speak, or to shout, but closed it again. She looked at me, and her face softened. Mine, however, remained the same.

“Dakota,” she said, her voice softer too.

“What?” I growled.

“I love you.”

My God did she know how to win a fight! She knew that was all it took, all it ever took, to get me off the ledge. The reminder of her love for me. I fell apart then, in her arms.

“You don’t fight fair,” I wept.

She laughed, squeezing me to her. “I know.”

Five minutes later, after I’d apologized profusely for being a complete ass, we lay in bed, my head on her lap as she stroked my hair.

“Why does he get a fresh start after all the pain he’s caused?” The tears continued to trickle out, dampening the leg of her pants.

She leaned down and kissed my ear in reply.

“Did you see how happy they all were? How much they loved him, like he was the best father in the world?”

“I don’t think they ever met the man you knew, honey,” she said, her voice gentle, caressing my ear.

“Why couldn’t he have changed when he was our father?”

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