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71. Hospital
Naomi D.I was planning to write another chapter yesterday, but got a bad headache. And this morning my period started. So suprise suprise where my headache and bad mood came from ;) Husband and i are fine again too. Let's see if Cas and Oliver will be fine as well ;)
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Mommy Is Dating A Billionaire 72. Daddy
Cas’ pov I woke up groggy as hell. This isn’t my first surgery, but it’s the worst time I’ve been hurt and the first time I’ve been shot. I’ve been shot at before, though, but that’s a story for another time. I’m not sure if I should thank God, if it’s luck, or if the gunman just has a shitty aim, but things could have been so much fucking worse. Not that I could think of any of that in the moment, because I felt drunk and loopy. “Daddy Cas!” Yeah, I must be dreaming. Do you dream when you have anesthesia? Have anesthesia? Get anesthesia? How the fuck do you say that? Do you even dream when the doctor puts you under? I don’t think so. My eyes opened slowly, taking in my environment. “Cas is a bit tired, girls. Maybe he wants to sleep a little longer.” Ripley’s touched my face gently and smiled at me. “Hey, sweetie.” Ripley never calls me pet names, probably because she’s one of the few people allowed to call me Cas. But that means it must be serious. “Did you just call me D
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Hi, yesterday I went to the dentist, but today I have a lot of pain in my jaw and head which makes it really hard to focus. tomorrow will be Kingsday, so i will have no time to write either. And then the may vacation starts. It's two weeks off from school around may ;) About Kingsday, because I explained it very poorly yesterday: In the Netherlands there is a King. There used to be a Queen and her son took over. He doesn't have much power, or any power really. We have a governement. No president, but several political parties that form a coalition that work together. Or try to at least. We vote for people in a party. Well, I'll not go into that, because my head is killing me and it's complicated. First we used to celebrate Queensday, but now it's Kingdsay. it's on his birthday and it's a public holiday. There are music festival, big flea markets where you can sell your stuff on the street. Everyone wears either orange, or red,white, blue (colors of our flag.) Orange is because of
Mommy Is Dating A Billionaire 73. Worth it.
Ripley’s pov It’s been several days, and the doctors think Cas will be ready to go home soon. Mostly because he’s been a pain in the ass and has been complaining that he’s going crazy there. And since we’re financially better off than most, we can hire a nurse to come by to change his bandages and keep the doctor updated. Oliver, however, needs to stay a lot longer. He needs physical therapy, another surgery, and god knows what before he can return to his country. Not that I am truly updated on his progress. Since we’re not married anymore, I am not privy to his medical data. But I’ve tried to help Yasmina as best as I can. I know I don't owe her anything, but I feel bad for her. She's new to this country and can't speak the language. Oliver woke up yesterday, and I’ve been thinking about the girls meeting him and actually having a conversation instead of watching their father sleep. But, to be honest, they haven’t shown much interest in their father. They have shown a lot of in
Mommy Is Dating A Billionaire 74. Meeting
Cas’ pov After Ripley left, it was time for my father to stop by. I didn’t want her to stay here for this. Partly because my father is an ass and can say the wrong thing, and I don’t want to have to lose my shit and tear a stitch when he does. But also because I am not sure what we’re going to discuss. Ripley is a good person—the fucking best. Morally just and all that crap. And I am a person who has operated in the gray area for a lot of years. Not good nor bad; morally, maybe not right, but legally fine. When I started working for my dad, I wanted to do things right and make a difference, but soon I realized there was no fucking point. It wasn’t until I met Ripley that I felt the need to do better. But if I had to resort to my old ways to save Ripley, River, and Rose, I’d do it. I’d never killed before, though, and I’d rather not break my promise to Ripley. The door opened, and dad walked in like he owned the place. “Dad….” “Son…” He replied, looking like he gave a fuck. Was
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Ripley’s pov “Let’s go see Daddy before we take Cas home.” I told the girls while we walked into the hospital. “Daddy Cas,” River corrected me. “Daddy Cas.” Does that make Oliver Daddy Oliver? “I don’t want to see him; he’s only sleeping.” Rose admitted in a soft voice. I nodded my head, trying to be sympathetic. “Does he scare you like that?” River shook her head, “It’s bowing mommy.” Boring. Her dad, who is sleeping, is boring. I almost laughed, but I tried to act mature. Since I’m an adult and all that. “Okay, then we won’t stay long. I just want to see if Yasmina is there and say goodbye.” I said. I felt sorry for her. Even though I didn’t know her well, I didn’t want to think about how I would react if Cas was the one seriously injured. He had gotten lucky. We could have lost Cas, and it scared me to think about the what-if’s. Especially since the threat wasn’t gone. Cas might not mention it in his updates, but I had seen the same cars drive past our house and the same
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Cas’ pov “Are you sure?” Ripley asked at night. We had celebrated my coming home with cake, and they had decorated the house. River and Rose had painted a big banner with Leticia and Ripley. They had hung flags, and they were so fucking proud of their work. It was adorable. Coming home to that house made me instantly relax. I had never really had that feeling of coming home that people get. None of my houses really felt like home; they were just places I lived in for a while. But they didn’t feel more like mine than a hotel room. But here, I felt comfortable. I felt like I belonged. It was more the people than the place, but the house had grown on me. It was so much smaller than what I was used to, but that made the place more cozy. And I liked that you didn’t have to go far to see each other. Ripley literally got lost in my house. Multiple times. But now the girls were in bed, and it was just Ripley and me. “Sure about what?” I replied. Ripley had the tendency of having an ent
Mommy Is Dating A Billionaire 1. New Job.
Ripley’s pov To be clear, it wasn’t my choice to move here. I mean, of course, it’s a nice city. But that’s not why I moved to this city. A city I know nothing about, a city where I get lost all the damn time because every building looks the same to me. Maybe it’s because I’m bad at directions; I get out of a store, and I immediately forget if I came from the left side of the street or the right. Or maybe because I’m from a small town and I’m not used to skyscrapers and shopping malls everywhere. It’s a beautiful city, though, and it’s nice to be somewhere where nobody knows who you are or where you came from. But no, I didn’t come to this great and wonderful city for a specific dream or reason, other than the fact that it’s the farthest away I can legally move from my former parents in-law. “Ripley?” The kind lady across from me said. Her black hair was in a top knot, and she looked about forty, but I have always been bad at guessing someone’s age. “So, why did you move here?” O
Mommy Is Dating A Billionaire 2. First Day
Ripley’s pov Dropping the girls off at daycare went surprisingly better than suspected. Maybe it was all the toys, or maybe they weren’t fully awake yet. I know, I am not. This job starts early, and I could barely sleep last night. Although this job was good news—a chance at a new start for me and the girls—I was still really nervous. All night, I prepared for every possibility in my head. It was something that I had always done, but it became worse once I had kids. Every scenario and every thing that could possibly go wrong had entered my mind. I had countless conversations with people that didn’t even exist. Conversations about my girls, my late husband, and my life in general. Things that would probably not even come up. Yet, I had practiced every response to every stupid question I could think of. I yawned behind my hand as I walked towards Allison. I had already gotten dressed in the uniform she had laid out for me. It wasn’t a classic black-and-white uniform like in the mov
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