Jason felt all the blood drain out of his face. He stood there as the reality of Mitch’s words hit him hard. One day it would be another man Haley would talk to, watch games with, or just sit in absolute peaceful silence while they worked or ate, and worst of all it would be another man holding Haley in his arms at night.
'Fuck…,' he gasped.
'Oh great, you broke him! Are you happy now?' Brad demanded. 'Come on, buddy, we’ll get you fixed up with a cold beer and a plate of hot wings. How does that sound? Does that sound good?' Numbly, Jason nodded.
You spit in this?"
"Yup."
Chris shrugged. "As long as you're honest.
Stichwörter: humorous
Asshole," Ephraim muttered as he turned back around.
Chris chuckeled. "Is that really any way to talk to your favorite child?"
"You're not my favorite," Ephraim argued, but they both knew that was bullshit. "I don't have any favorites."
"Puhlease," Chris said. "You fucking adore me...
Stichwörter: humorous
David held the knife up with a shaky hand. “
“Get that damn thing out of my face, boy.
David shook his head. “No, you’re going to hit me!”
“Of course I am and you’re only pissing me off more with that damn knife!
Why does he get to sit in front?” Jill whined.
“Because my mommy doesn’t love me and you won’t stop bitching. Now sit back and let me enjoy shotgun.”
Chris gently pushed Jill back with a finger to her forehead.
“Jerk.”
“You know it.
No baby, I’m not gay.
R.L. MathewsonYou are mine, Madison. You’ve always been mine. You just didn’t know it and neither did I, but you’re mine, sweetheart, all mine and I’m never going to let you go.
R.L. MathewsonI’m honoured beyond words that I was your first.” And last, but she didn’t know that yet.
R.L. MathewsonMadison looked down at her cookie and back at Chris. “Why did he get a brownie and I only got a cookie?”
“Because I love him unconditionally and you’re making him sweat.” Chris stuffed the rest of the brownie in his mouth.
What did you do?”
“What makes you think I did something?”
Chris snorted. “You’re the guy. Of course it’s your fault. Even when it’s not your fault, it’s your fault.
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