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When I open the door, my eyes fill with tears as my best friend Lilly grabs hold of me in a tight hug, while strong arms go around us both. Noah. A sob breaks out as we squeeze each other.
When we pull apart, Noah wipes my tears while Lilly squeezes my hands.
"I can't believe you're really here," I state with a sob and wrap my arms back around them both. When we pull apart for a second time, I get emotional again when I notice a beautiful little boy with his daddy's green eyes and his mama's brown hair standing next to Lilly's guard, Gerald, who smiles wide at me, his eyes glossy. As I walk over to them, he leans down and kisses my cheeks, then gets back in the car, trying to hide his emotions, making me chuckle.
I lift my arms for the beautiful little boy standing near the car, and he comes to me instantly, wrapping his arms around my neck.
I hold him tight and say, "Hello, Ryan. Zia Sofia is so happy to finally meet you in person. You are gorgeous."
His parents smile proudly as Ryan shouts, "Zia!" making us all chuckle.
I place a big kiss on his cheek, making him giggle, and then he goes back to his daddy.
We go inside, and I lead them to the living area. We sit down and talk about everything and anything while Lilly and I cry together. Noah just shakes his head most of the time. Over an hour passes before my husband walks in, and things turn tense. Damian scowls, which he has no right to. I know they’re friends and quite close, so I've been told, and I know I'm a sore subject. But I will not have them upsetting Ryan. So, I get in his face.
"Get that scowl off your face before I decide counselling won't be worth it today. Did they help me? Yes, they did. Do I give a crap about what you think about that? Hell no. You lied, you cheated, not the other way around. So smile, do your bro hug crap, and get over it!"
Both men look at me with their jaws hanging open, and Lilly smirks. I just roll my eyes and pick up Ryan, but he's already on the move, noticing Damian.
"Uncle, Uncle."
And my heart melts, watching them together as Damian lifts Ryan up into his arms. Lilly nudges me, and I turn toward her and give her a sad smile. Then I go toward Damian and take Ryan.
"My turn," I state.
He smirks at me, and I start bouncing the beautiful boy in my arms, making him giggle. From the corner of my eye, I can see Damian soften while he watches me, and then he does the weird bro hug with Noah, causing Lilly and me to giggle.
"I hate to break this up, malyshka, but it's time to go to our appointment before we pick Mila up today." I raise my eyebrow at Damian because I know two uncles who probably wpn’t be happy with that.
Reading my expression, he chuckles, stating, "Yes, they both moaned when I told them we're picking her up today, but tough, shi-luck." I chuckle at his attempt not to swear around Ryan; he's picking up on many bad words lately, according to Lilly.
I grudgingly hand the baby boy back to his parents. Noah smirks, knowing I want more time. "We'll all meet up soon, then I can finally meet my niece, and I can get the best uncle reward." I chuckle, and he gives me a tight hug, making Damian growl, and I roll my eyes.
Lilly comes over and hugs me, too, whispering, "I'm proud of you for giving him a chance. I know it's not easy, and I should be on your side, but I want my best friend home again. I missed you."
I give her a small smile as a tear slides down my cheek, and she wipes it away.
We watch as they get in the car, and Gerald walks up to me and hugs me tight.
"Things haven't been the same without you, sweetheart. Welcome home."
Damian's hand rubs my back as a sob comes out, and I nod in Gerald's chest, squeezing him tight. He was like a surrogate dad to me when I was a teenager, though my dad didn’t approve, and I have missed him dearly. He kisses my forehead, then gives Damian a look that says, 'Look after her this time,' and my husband nods. As soon as they drive off, we go to the car. Damian opens the passenger door for me and helps me in. He leans forward and wipes my tear-stained cheek, then kisses it, before shutting the door.
It takes forty minutes to get to our appointment in downtown New York. We park, then head inside with Damian's hand pressed against my lower back. We check in, then sit and wait while the receptionist looks at my husband like he broke her heart. When she notices me staring, she smirks at me—fucking smirks! I try not to tense, wanting to beat the bitch. Still, Damian grabs my hand and starts to play with my fingers, ignoring the woman staring at us. In contrast, I ignore the tingly feelings all over my body from having him touch me, and wanting to rip my hand away and punch him in the face. How many more women am I going to have to deal with?
Five minutes later, we get called in. We get up, and I give the receptionist a hateful glare and lift my shirt up a little to show where my mini pistol is hiding from view. She quickly looks down. Damian squeezes my hand in warning, and I glare at him. Clearly, they've fucked. He at least has the decency to look guilty and tilts his head a little with sad eyes, as if that will work. If this were the other way around, the person would be dead. Dickhead.
When we get inside, we sit on the couch opposite Marvin. I leave a chunk of space between me and my husband, making him sigh. Marvin smiles at us, but it falls a little when he notices my expression.
"Are you alright, Sofia?" he questions in concern, and Damian clears his throat. I just shrug and state as cooly as I can, despite wanting to nut punch my husband and slice that bitch’s throat, "Why wouldn't I be? If I had a dollar for every one of my husband’s mistresses I've met and watched as they stared at him like he's the love of their lives, I'd be one hell of a rich woman." I give a sweet smile. He looks at Damian, who squirms, and just as he's about to open his mouth to probably ask Damian something to defuse the tension between us, I turn my body, not wanting to let him off the hook—because how many women have I met over the years, who acted nice to me to my face, all the while fucking my husband behind my back?
"Tell me, husband, how would you feel if one of my past lovers announced we've fucked while we were waiting to see a marriage counselor? It would suck, wouldn't it? Probably a bloodbath, right?" I raise my eyebrow. He drops his head in his hands with a sigh, and I look back at Marvin.
"It's best if your receptionist is not in the building from now on when you know we are arriving. Otherwise, you'll have to find another one. I don't take too kindly to a woman who clearly had an affair with my so-called loving husband and makes it known by smirking at me while we wait for this farce because, so far, I don't see why I am doing this. But shall we start?"
I look at Damian, and he pales, probably realizing we've taken ten steps back, no thanks to his lover out in the waiting room.
Marvin clears his throat. "You're here because no matter what Damian has done, you still love him, and you want to see if this can work out, not just for your daughter but also for yourself. So let's continue from last week while Damian does some thinking about being an idiot!" Damian drops his head again, and just as I'm about to say something, I realize what he just said.
