I hope you're still reading. Sorry for the slow updates, things will start to go fast soon. But I want them to have some happy moment, some sex and good conversations. Before things take a turn. I've also been cleaning the house, which you all know is my favorite thing in the world. cue sarcasm. I hate it soooooo much. But at least you can walk barefeet now without getting sand or crumbs everywhere ;)
Cas’ pov “It’s moving day!” Ripley said enthusiastically, although I could see through the façade. She was not eager to do this. Part of me, a very big part, wanted to say I told you so. She should have hired movers, like I said, but my very stubborn and pretty girl wants to do everything herself. Well, actually, she wants me to do it. Ripley thought I couldn’t see through her tactics, complimenting my strength and ability to stack boxes like I was a child needing to be praised. Honestly, it felt fucking good to be praised. But I would have helped her anyway. I had no clue how Ripley had moved across states with two 3-year-olds by herself. It helped that she had no furniture, and everything she owned fit in the back of her car. But still, it was a lot of work while juggling being a mom. Ripley wanted to paint the girls’ room herself, with the help of the girls, but once she realized how much work it would be to paint the entire house, she agreed to hire some painters. Or let me
Ripley’s pov “Ripley?” How did I end up here? Oh, right, I was dumb and offered to do this, multiple times! We were fully moved into our new house, and I loved living there. Cas was there almost every night, and even though Cas was still not really moving forward with everything because he was waiting until the divorce, at least a date was set to start the proceedings. And then… I offered to do the stupid interview. Why? I am awkward. I talk way too much, and those are both qualities that don’t make for good TV. I’d either spill something that I shouldn’t, literally or figuratively, because my glass of water is so dangerously close to my leg that I can’t keep still for the life of me. Or I’ll say something that I’m not supposed to say, spilling the tea, so to speak. Cas’ PR guy had coached us to avoid certain topics, and my mind is empty as to what those topics were. I’m covered in make-up, in a now-make-up look that actually took almost 2 hours to apply. And I’m sweating becau
Hi! Thanks for letting me know. I accidentally uploaded chapters 53 and 54 as one. Since this will cost you extra, I'll make sure the next chapter I'll type (tomorrow) will be free. I've removed that portion of the chapter, but it will take some time for my editor to approve the change. Once again, sorry. I've been so tired, and I didn't pay attention. My youngest has been waking up multiple times at night because of coughing, mosquito bites, etc. And now he's infected me, lol. So now I'm the one coughing all day. Anyway, I'll pay more attention in the future and double check my work more thoroughly. lots of love, Naomi. Ps. Don't forgot to check my pages. I haven't posted much lately, but I usually post pictures or videos whenever I post a chapter here. I'm on F, I and T.
Cas’ pov Motherfuckers. I knew we should have gone with Patrick’s show, but my PR people were convinced a woman interviewing us would be better. It would reach the right audience, or whatever bullshit reason they gave. I am the one who fucked up. I am the supposed cheater, even though we didn’t even consummate the marriage because Kennedy makes me fucking sick. Yet somehow, the blame is placed on Ripley? Sexist bullshit. And then to bring out her fucking mom?! The only reason I stayed calm throughout the interview was for Ripley. She was new to this, and I needed to be her anker. But fuck that. Fuck this whole shitshow and fuck me for thinking it was a good idea. If Julliette and her fucking team don’t fix this mess and edit the interview in a way where we come off as decent people, I’m going to fucking bury her and her team. Not literally, although right now, I am pissed off enough to kill a few people. We walked out of the study after I threatened some more people, with Rip
Hi, I'm busy writing a new chapter. But it's been a bit hectic today. I had a doctor's appointment because behind one of the scars from my epttopic pregnancy seems to be a bump. It's sometimes painful. I got an ultrasound, but everything inside looks fine (uterus, etc.) They are transferring me to radiology. I need to wait until they call. It could take a few weeks before they call to give me an appointment. But I had to ride my bike there (30 minutes back and forth). And it kind of distracted me the whole day. I've actually been to several doctors now, and it's very annoying that this is the first who actually confirmed there was something there. Healthcare in my country is fine. I mean, we have universal healthcare and all. But most doctors are like, Take an asprin and wait for it to be over. Even after my c-section, I received instructions to take Tylenol (it's called paracetamol here. Acetaminophen?) at home. And when you get a tooth pulled, you get some local anesthesia, a
Ripley’s pov “Whewe awe you going, mommy?” River asked. I hardly ever lied to them. Well, except for when I tell them the playground is closed and we need to go home, when in reality a playground never closes. Or when I tell them there’s no candy left, only to eat it myself at night. Yeah, okay. I lie to them a lot. But this is different. River only wants to know where I’m going, but if I tell her, she might ask more questions. She has never met my mother. Who is her grandmother. Well, no. Who should have been her grandmother but chose not to be involved in our lives. “We’re going to meet up to talk to someone, but we’ll be back soon.” Cas said. “Who?” Rose asked. Yeah, it’s not as easy as that, Cas. I thought to myself. “You don’t know her. Her name is Robin. Now, are you two going to have fun with Leticia?” He asked, and I smiled at him. He knew how nervous I was. How did this man who used to be such an asshole turn into my prince charming? No, not Prince Charming. More lik
Cas’ pov Maybe that should have been something that I was supposed to ask. I mean, they’re not my kids, but I know that they will be. When I set my mind on something, there’s nothing stopping me. Once I made the decision to fight for Ripley, everything that was shit turned into fucking gold. Life with her and the girls is perfect, even when it’s not. Like today. Today was far from perfect. Today I wanted to kill her mother, but yeah, that’s not the best salutation to any problem. But, goddamn, that woman is annoying. And self-absorbed. Coming from someone who has been called self-absorbed and selfish, a fucking lot. So, I should know. Fuck. I sighed, looking at my girlfriend, whose mind was reeling from the talk she just had. How can I fix this? Do I need to just listen, or do I need to call up some people to find out everything there is to know about Ripley’s so-called mother and tear her life to bits? And the money! The fucking money! That house isn’t even worth two hundr
Ripley’s pov “Um, uh…” Never before had Leticia not known what to say. That woman was wise beyond her years and always seemed to know what to say in any situation. Could she tell what Cas and I had done in the car? Could she see on my face that half way through the trip I actually started to really consider giving him a blowjob since that hard on wasn’t going anywhere? No.... silly, she isn’t a mind reader, I told myself. “Did something happen?” I asked, jumping to the worst-case scenario. Because why wouldn’t I? Last time I left my girl somewhere, they were taken. “Um, sort off. The girls are safe and here. They didn’t see him. But um.” She sighed. “I don’t know how to tell you this, Ripley. Someone came asking for you. And he… he said he was your husband.” Cas laughed, “some paparazzi bullshit trying to gain information probably.” “What did you say?” I asked. There wasn’t a single part of me that took her statement seriously. We had buried Oliver. Well, part of him. “I told