“It’s not. This is about Sunny and his piss-poor attitude. The man is so full of himself, he is unable to look beyond that.”
Ouch.
“Fiona. We’ve created something special. If Sunny is so blind to happiness and joy he can’t see that, that’s on him. If he wishes to wallow in misery and negativity, so be it. When he’s lost everything, and he will, because who’d want to be around him? He’ll only have himself to blame.
“Now come to bed. I’ve had an urgent phone call about a dying child. His name is Jasper, and we need to get him here as soon as possible. Poor lad only has four months to live. Just imagine the gift we can give him of a magical Christmas.”
With that, I was dismissed and back in my bedroom.
Shit. Sometimes the truth hurts.
Chapter Seven.
Sunny – the Ghost of Christmas Future.
My phone beeped at two o’clock, and I looked around for the Ghost of Christmas Future. The old man appeared, who’d first spoken to me.
“You?”
“Me. I’m Ernest, the Ghost of Christmas Future. Shall we see what yours might hold?”
“Might?”
“Nothing is set in stone, son. It’s never too late to change things.”
“It’s not?”
“No, Sunny, it’s not. Come on, boy, let’s see what misery awaits you, because I can sure as hell tell ya, with your attitude it ain’t gonna be full of joy,” Ernest stated.
I didn’t want to go, but Ernest poked me in the forehead, and the room swirled.
“Where am I?” I asked, looking around. I was in a house I didn’t know or recognise. Actually, it was a right shithole.
No sooner had I spoken than an older version of me stomped past.
“Callie, I told you I’m busy this weekend,” I snarled down the phone.
“Sunny, Bean wants to see you. It’s been fuckin’ six months since the last time. Are you a father or not?” Callie’s voice demanded.
“I don’t do fuckin’ Christmas, Callie. I’m not coming,” I growled down the phone.
“Sign the divorce papers, Sunny. I don’t know why you’re dragging your heels. Jack asked me to marry him, and you’re holding us up.”
I flinched at Callie’s words.
“Jack?” I snarled. “Since when has Jack been hanging around?”
“Since you walked out on me and Bean on our first Christmas.”
“You fuckin’ told me not to come back!”
“I told you not to come back. Ever since we stayed at Christmas Village, your attitude and behaviour have worsened. Who’d want to live with you, Sunny? It’s been three years now, and enough is enough. Sign those papers.”
“But Jack?” I howled at her.
“There was nothing between us. It’s been a slow boil. We became a couple this year, and we’ve fallen in love.”
“You loved me!”
