บททั้งหมดของ My Bestie’s Dad Likes Me Wet : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ONE : NEW BEGINNINGSNOVA / ELIZABETH POVI was officially on house arrest courtesy of Mabel's orders, backed up by Dr. Harrison's stern warnings about twin pregnancies and the risks of premature labor.My due date was in two weeks, but with twins, the doctor said it could be any day now. Any moment. Which meant I'd spent the last week waddling around my tiny apartment like a penguin, trying to get everything ready for two babies I had no idea how to take care of.The apartment looked different now. In the past few months, it had slowly transformed from a temporary hiding place into something that almost felt like home. There were curtains on the windows, the cheap ones from the dollar store, but they were mine. A small bookshelf in the corner held my growing collection of second-hand baby books. And in the corner of the room, taking up way too much space, was the project Sam and I had been working on for the past three weeks.Two wooden cribs.Well, one and a

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THREE: SELFISHNOVA / ELIZABETH POVWe'd spent the entire day at the county fair two towns over. It was all rides, games, cotton candies and the works. Phoenix and Asher had run themselves ragged, their little faces sticky with sugar and sunburned despite the sunscreen I'd religiously reapplied.The boys were passed out before we even got them inside."I got Phoenix," Sam said, scooping up my son from the backseat like he weighed nothing. Phoenix's head lolled against Sam's shoulder, mouth open, completely dead to the world.I grabbed Asher, who was significantly heavier than he looked. My back immediately protested. Five-year-olds were not designed to be carried up stairs."You okay?" Sam asked, watching me struggle."Fine," I lied, adjusting Asher's weight.Sam gave me a look that said he didn't believe me but didn't argue. We made our way up to the apartment in comfortable silence, the kind that came from six years of knowing each other.Six years. Had it re

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIVE: COLLISIONNOVA POVThe funeral was small. Pathetic, really. It was just me, Sam, the boys, and three people I didn't recognize who'd probably known my godmother from the bar or her dealer's circle.The pastor said generic things about eternal rest and God's mercy. I stood there holding Phoenix's hand while Asher clung to Sam's leg, both boys confused about why we were looking at a box in the ground."Is Grandma in there?" Phoenix had asked earlier."She wasn't your grandma, baby," I'd said, my throat tight. "She was... someone who took care of Mama a long time ago."It was the kindest way I could describe a woman who'd starved me, housed me, and ultimately sold me out for drug money. But she was dead now, and speaking ill of the dead felt petty.After the burial, we drove to her house which is a small, run-down place on the edge of town that smelled like cigarettes and piss. The landlord had given me a week to clear out her belongings before he rented it

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVEN: CHOICENOVA POVI made it to the motel parking lot before I broke down completely.My hands shook so badly I couldn't get the key in the door. I just stood there, sobbing like an idiot while Grant's words echoed in my head.Marry me.Or lose everything.Not a choice, it’s more of a trap. A beautiful, terrible trap that I'd walked right into by ever loving Grant Calloway in the first place.The door opened before I could get myself together. Sam stood there, took one look at my face, and pulled me inside."What did he say?" His voice was tight. "What did he do?"I couldn't answer. I just cried against his chest while he held me, this man who'd spent six years being everything Grant couldn't be or maybe I wouldn’t allow him to be. Sam is steady, present and reliable. The man I was about to destroy."Nova?" He pulled back, searching my face. He'd been calling me Nova since my confession. Not Elizabeth. Like he was trying to reconcile the two versions of me

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINE: HOME GRANT POVThe drive took four hours. Four hours of Phoenix crying for Sam, of Asher's silent, accusatory stares. Four hours of Nova looking like she might shatter at any moment.I'd imagined this moment for six years. Finding them. Bringing them home. Finally having my family.I hadn't imagined it would feel like a kidnapping."We're almost there," I said, trying to sound reassuring. Neither boy responded. Phoenix had finally cried himself to sleep against Nova's side, his face red and blotchy. Asher just stared out the window, his small hand gripping Nova's.She wouldn't look at me. Hadn't looked at me since we left that motel. When the estate gates came into view, I felt a surge of pride. This was what I could give them. Security, Luxury and A future without limits.The car rolled up the long driveway, and I watched Asher's eyes widen as the mansion came into view. Good. Let him see what kind of life they'd have here."Boys," Nova said softly, sha