Befitting For A Dane

"What happened?" Diam came rushing to her. He'd heard their voices from the kitchen.

"If it isn't the homewrecker, Dane Diam. I think it's safe to say you've succeeded so my congratulations are in order." She replied sardonically, shoving him aside and going downstairs.

"Wait, Baby. What are you talking about?" Diam held her hand and she turned. Her finger dug into his flesh and with a wince, he dropped her hand.

"My daughter asked me to leave her room for the very first time."

"Why would she say that?"

"Take a wild guess!"

"You two argued about me, didn't you? I'm so sorry..."

"Don't be. For someone doing what he's best at, you shouldn't be sorry."

Taking out her anger at him was logical. Even though it wasn't his intentions, his presence here had erupted whatever serenity might have existed. But what was crazy was the fact that he wasn't sorry for coming. It was either coming here or loosing his mind, and he would never choose the latter.

"You know what else she said? She said I wa