“This better be fucking important!” he barked into the phone.
I shook my head. He was such an ass.An ass you’ve never stopped loving.I closed my eyes to the truth of that statement.
“Put her through,” he demanded, removing the phone from his ear and pressing the button to put the call on speaker.
Sensing he wanted me to hear the conversation as well, I went over to his desk, peering down at the phone.
“Mr. Townsend, it’s Mrs. Jamison from Excelor Academy.”
My heart rate quickened.The children.
“I’ve left a message on Mrs. Townsend’s cell.”
“What happened?”
“What’s wrong?”
Aaron and I blurted out at the same time.
“Kyle and Kennedy and their cousin, Diego. They’re fine but they got into a fight.”
“With each other?” I questioned. That didn’t make any sense. The twins loved Diego and he them.
“Not quite. The three of them got into a fight with another student.”
My eyes ballooned as I looked toward Aaron, whose usual scowl was back in place.
“We’ll be there in ten minutes,” he stated before pressing the button to end the call.
“You could’ve given her more time to explain what happened,” I chided.
“She can explain once I’m standing in her office.” He picked up the phone and called Daniel to have the car ready to take us to Excelor, right before informing Mark that he needed to leave for the next hour. Ten minutes later we were in the car, on our way to the school. I knew as soon as we arrived my husband would be like a raging bull. I just prayed no one ended up on the wrong end of his horns.
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“What happened?!” Aaron demanded as soon as we passed through the door’s of the main office.
“Daddy! Mommy!” Kennedy yelled, running up to us in her usual effusive manner.
“Are you okay? Where’s your brother?’ I questioned, placing her back down, after picking her up to hug.
“Right there.” She turned and pointed to the far wall where a sullen looking Kyle and Diego sat next to one another.
“Kyle, Diego, are you guys hurt?”
“No,” they both answered in unison, shaking their heads.
“You were fighting?” Aaron asked, coming up behind me.
I watched as the boys’ eyes grew big.
“Yes, but–”
“Yes,but?” Aaron asked, interrupting Kyle.
“Mr. and Mrs. Townsend.”
I turned to see an average height, middle-aged woman walking toward us.
