“Fuck, that smells good.”
My dad walked into the kitchen, and I turned to see what I would look like in twenty years. He was a good-looking man, my pops. He slapped me on the back as he passed by before I heard the thunderous footsteps come racing down the stairs. I sighed as Alice stormed in, Dad opening his arms to her.
“How’s my littlest princess doing today?”
I groaned internally as she folded her arms, pointing the finger at me as her bottom lip quivered.
“He’s ruined my life!”
Dad lifted his eyebrows at me as I turned the stove off, placing the glass lid on the saucepan before turning to face the little witch.
“Tell Dad how I’ve ruined your life,” I snorted as his eyes narrowed at me.
“Behave. She’s upset. What’s wrong,Bellaraggaza?”
I folded my arms at the use of Italian—a sure-fire way to know Dad meant business.
Alice glared at me as she told Dad about Will studying in her room, but he cut her off.
“Studying where?” he echoed as her eyes darted to me with uncertainty.
It’s her funeral.
“My room. Mom said—”
At that moment, Mom appeared behind Alice, taking in the situation.
“Mom said what? Hey, baby.”
Mom walked over to Dad, and he kissed her tenderly. He then slipped his arms around her waist as they both gazed at Alice. Alice swallowed, her earlier bravado now gone.
“You said Will could study in my room, right, Mom?”
Mom blinked before frowning. “Yes, why? What’s happened?”
It was as though the world was ending; Alice sobbed, throwing herself at Mom, who cradled her, cooing.
“What is she, fuckingfour?” I snapped, tired of this bullshit.
Dad arched a brow at me then, and I sighed, not wanting to have it out with him either.
“He threw Will out the house,” Alice pouted, her green eyes shining with tears.
Mom’s head whipped up as she glared at me, her eyes glittering dangerously. “What? Caleb, explain yourself right now.”
Fuck it.
“I went into her room, and they were making out on the bed,” I shrugged, mentally dropping the mic.
Alice bit her lip as Dad dropped his arms from Mom, turning to Alice, his jaw tensed and his eyes wild.
Brace yourself, little princess.
“Making out?!” he roared, making Alice cry even more.
My mother stared at me in disbelief. I pretended not to notice as I searched in the cupboard for the spaghetti when Summer walked in.
“Hey, Daddy!” She sang, wrapping her arms around his waist.
