And nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.
I watched as my woman brought her hand up and slapped the fuck out of my mother’s cheek.
I winced, “Shit.”
I felt my balls shrivel at the sound of my wife’s slap.
Then my woman looked at me and said, “I told you to never let me near them.”
Then I burst out laughing.
Bax came stalking up to my side, stepped around Lila, then brought his arm back and sailed his fist into the other bastard’s face who was standing there.
Lila’s biological dad.
Cole came up then, “Who is that Grandpa just punched?”
Bax sneered, “Her fucking sperm donor.”
Cole nodded.
Stepped forward and said, “This is for my Lila.”
Then he too punched the bastard square in the jaw.
He punched him so hard, I swear I saw his jaw rock to the side, and then it broke.
I smirked.
Then I grinned.
Proudly.
“Fist okay, baby?” Lila asked.
Cole looked down at her and grinned, “Oh yeah.”
She lifted on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek, “Thank you, sweetheart. I am so proud I get to call you mine.”
Madalyn stormed over, and then she, too, slapped my mother across her face.
Then she looked at Lila and asked, “How does your hand not hurt?”
Lila burst out laughing.
Cole
Lying there in my bed, I thought about things.
And the more I thought about it, the more everything felt right.
I wished Lila had been my mother.
Didn’t matter that we already had a woman we referred to as Mother, even though neither Madalyn nor I saw her as that.
But we did see Lila as that.
That was why I threw the covers off and headed out of my room and walked to Madalyn’s.
