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I was about to go into the bedroom when I heard Emilia giggle. I pushed the door open a few inches and saw she was sitting cross-legged on the bed in front of her laptop with her Grandmother’s Holo showing.
“Does he look after you, Angel?” I heard her Grandmother's sharp voice.
Emilia hadn't mentioned that her family called her Angel, yet another happy coincidence.
“I wouldn't be with him if he didn't,” she replied.
“Hmm. He did well with your rings. I had to buy my own,” her grandmother said with a sniff.
“For the love of God, Valeria, I wish you would stop making digs about that. It's been over fifty years. Get over it,” her Grandfather shouted, but his voice sounded muffled, and I couldn’t see his Holo.
“Did you finally get some dick?” I heard her Grandmother whisper. “Was it good dick?”
What kind of a grandmother was she?
I wondered if old people still had sex. They both looked healthy for their ages, and if Harrison had any issues, there were drugs for erectile dysfunction. I could tell that they had been a good-looking couple at one point in their lives.
Emilia began to giggle again, which made me smile.
“You know I had an awful experience once. I didn't know what a micropenis was at the time, but it looked like a deformed nipple glued above a hairy set of bollocks. In the end, I had to walk away because I was sure my clit was bigger than his nipple dick. I’d have been better off with a woman that night.”
I began to feel sick at the picture she painted.
What the fuck was wrong with her? She’d looked like a sweet old lady when I’d talked to her.
“Grandma! What the heck?”
“Hmm, no. You look too happy, so he can’t have a micropenis,” she mused. “If he did, you’d still be a virgin.”
Emilia covered her face with her hands and groaned while her Grandmother began to cackle.
“You haven't told me how it went with Dad,” Emilia said, switching the subject.
I frowned when I heard her Grandmother sigh.
“Angel, your father is in denial. I can't believe that I gave birth to that idiot. He stormed out of the house like a drama queen. He even left your mother behind until he realised what he did and came back to collect her fifteen minutes later.”
“Oh God. Please, Grandma, you need to do something,” Emilia pleaded with her.
“We’re giving him a few days to adjust. We will all be there for your wedding. I will make sure of that. Mynormalchildren are happy for you, Angel.”
What was wrong with Emilia’s Dad? I didn't know any other families but I was sure this couldn't be typical behaviour.
“I need to speak to him, Grandma. I need to try to make him understand,” Emilia said, but her underlying anxiety and sadness were apparent to me.
“He might feel better after killing a few people,” her Grandmother said. “I would let it be for now, Angel. He will come around. He loves you more than you know.”
I stared at Emilia, who looked dejected, but she didn't bat an eyelid at her Grandmother’s words.
“You're probably right,” she mumbled as she nibbled on her lower lip.
Feeling dazed, I turned away from the room because I couldn't remember what I’d come upstairs for, but I needed to process what I’d discovered. It could have been an offhand comment about killing people. It didn't matter what her family was. Emilia was mine, and if her father took issue with that fact I wouldn't hesitate to set him straight.
Chapter 25
Emilia
When I woke up, Cyrus was between my legs with his tongue inside of me. I smiled before I pulled the covers off. He lifted his head, and I could see the devilish look in his eyes. His hair was mussed, and I reached out to run my fingers through it. Our wedding was due to take place in three days' time, and I’d insisted on having a small event at his home. Cyrus wouldn't have been comfortable in a church and my family wouldn't bother where the ceremony took place as long as there was food and drink.
