head hurt; more like
pound. I couldn’t find it in myself to stand still so I walked over
to the dining room table. Trish followed.
“I’m not touching that conversation right
now, T; one crisis at a time please,” I told her as I started
cleaning up Layla’s mess. “Landyn told me that I better meet him in
two days or else he was coming for me; whatever that means.”
“He gave me his card to give you. Are you
going to meet him?” Trish asked gently.
I looked at her. “I don’t really have a
choice, do I? I mean, you heard Layla, maybe this is what she
needs.” I said unselfishly before continuing. “I know Layla is used
to Ryan and Ryan’s good to her, but maybe she needs some realy
fatherly bonding. You know she’s more than just a girly girl. She
would love Landyn showing her how to get dirty like the boys.”
Trish didn’t respond so I kept on venting.
“I’m not saying you’re right about Ryan, but he’s just so busy all
the time. It would be different if we lived together and Layla was
around Ryan all the time... I honestly don’t know what to do. I
think I’m just going with the flow on this one. Planning never
seems to work out for me anyway.” I finished on a submissive
note.
Dealing with Landyn... I’d rather have a
root canal!
Trish cut off my internal rant. “Do you
still have love him?”
I whirled around and gasped out loud. “What?
Why would you even ask me that? You know I don’t! He might still be
hot, or hotter, but he’s still an asshole!” I answered
heatedly.
Trish stared questioningly into my eyes for
a second before she nodded; I narrowed my eyes at her. “I don’t,” I
said in my serious, firm, “Don’t piss me off” voice then turned to
the kitchen.
Chapter Eight
It was mid-day when Ryan showed up. Trish
had taken Layla to run errands with her so I could have privacy
when I explained my little situation; okay, huge situation. When I
answered the door Ryan greeted me with the standard “Hey
sweetheart” and light kiss. He walked inside like usual. He sat
down on the couch, but when I didn’t sit next to him and took a
seat on the chair across, he frowned. “Lex, what’s wrong?” I looked
down at my lap where I was rubbing my sweaty palms together.
“Landyn came here,” I said softly, not
looking in his eyes. When he didn’t respond I looked up.
His face was blank so I couldn’t read his
emotions. I continued. “Trish answered the door and Layla, being
Layla, introduced herself. Landyn knew right away that she was his
just by looking at her. He wants to start seeing her.”
Ryan still didn’t speak and his silence was
a little eerie. My voice softened more. “I’m supposed to meet him
on Sunday to discuss some kind of visitation.”
Finally, Ryan spoke. “Have you decided to
meet him?” he asked in an alarmingly unusual tone. I couldn’t get a
handle on his mood.
“I have to meet him, Ry. There’s really not
much else I can do other than wait for him to take me to court. I
can’t do that to Layla and I can’t afford it.”
Suddenly, he scooted to the edge of the
couch and placed his elbows on his knees. His face was filled with
irritation now. “I’ll pay,” he said through his teeth. “You won’t
have to see him. Give me his number and I’ll tell him you’ll see
him in court. He can see Layla when the court orders it, but I
don’t want you having anything to do with him.”
“Ryan, thank you, but I can’t let you pay my
court costs. Landyn doesn’t want anything to do with me; he just
wants to see his daughter. I’ll talk about arrangements with him on
Sunday so fighting won’t be necessary.”
“No!” he shouted so violently at me I sank
back into my chair. This was a scary Ryan I didn’t know. “I don’t
want him near you, Lex! You put on this act like you have
everything under control when really you’re still just as childlike
and inexperienced as you were when you got pregnant! Hell,
pound. I couldn’t find it in myself to stand still so I walked over
to the dining room table. Trish followed.
“I’m not touching that conversation right
now, T; one crisis at a time please,” I told her as I started
cleaning up Layla’s mess. “Landyn told me that I better meet him in
two days or else he was coming for me; whatever that means.”
“He gave me his card to give you. Are you
going to meet him?” Trish asked gently.
I looked at her. “I don’t really have a
choice, do I? I mean, you heard Layla, maybe this is what she
needs.” I said unselfishly before continuing. “I know Layla is used
to Ryan and Ryan’s good to her, but maybe she needs some realy
fatherly bonding. You know she’s more than just a girly girl. She
would love Landyn showing her how to get dirty like the boys.”
Trish didn’t respond so I kept on venting.
“I’m not saying you’re right about Ryan, but he’s just so busy all
the time. It would be different if we lived together and Layla was
around Ryan all the time... I honestly don’t know what to do. I
think I’m just going with the flow on this one. Planning never
seems to work out for me anyway.” I finished on a submissive
note.
Dealing with Landyn... I’d rather have a
root canal!
Trish cut off my internal rant. “Do you
still have love him?”
I whirled around and gasped out loud. “What?
Why would you even ask me that? You know I don’t! He might still be
hot, or hotter, but he’s still an asshole!” I answered
heatedly.
Trish stared questioningly into my eyes for
a second before she nodded; I narrowed my eyes at her. “I don’t,” I
said in my serious, firm, “Don’t piss me off” voice then turned to
the kitchen.
Chapter Eight
It was mid-day when Ryan showed up. Trish
had taken Layla to run errands with her so I could have privacy
when I explained my little situation; okay, huge situation. When I
answered the door Ryan greeted me with the standard “Hey
sweetheart” and light kiss. He walked inside like usual. He sat
down on the couch, but when I didn’t sit next to him and took a
seat on the chair across, he frowned. “Lex, what’s wrong?” I looked
down at my lap where I was rubbing my sweaty palms together.
“Landyn came here,” I said softly, not
looking in his eyes. When he didn’t respond I looked up.
His face was blank so I couldn’t read his
emotions. I continued. “Trish answered the door and Layla, being
Layla, introduced herself. Landyn knew right away that she was his
just by looking at her. He wants to start seeing her.”
Ryan still didn’t speak and his silence was
a little eerie. My voice softened more. “I’m supposed to meet him
on Sunday to discuss some kind of visitation.”
Finally, Ryan spoke. “Have you decided to
meet him?” he asked in an alarmingly unusual tone. I couldn’t get a
handle on his mood.
“I have to meet him, Ry. There’s really not
much else I can do other than wait for him to take me to court. I
can’t do that to Layla and I can’t afford it.”
Suddenly, he scooted to the edge of the
couch and placed his elbows on his knees. His face was filled with
irritation now. “I’ll pay,” he said through his teeth. “You won’t
have to see him. Give me his number and I’ll tell him you’ll see
him in court. He can see Layla when the court orders it, but I
don’t want you having anything to do with him.”
“Ryan, thank you, but I can’t let you pay my
court costs. Landyn doesn’t want anything to do with me; he just
wants to see his daughter. I’ll talk about arrangements with him on
Sunday so fighting won’t be necessary.”
“No!” he shouted so violently at me I sank
back into my chair. This was a scary Ryan I didn’t know. “I don’t
want him near you, Lex! You put on this act like you have
everything under control when really you’re still just as childlike
and inexperienced as you were when you got pregnant! Hell,
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