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"Baby, can you hand me the potatoes?" Sophie smiles at me and I reach over to put some on her plate, then help her further by slicing her steak.
Our humble home has turned into a community fucking place as Sophie somehow managed to get everyone to eat lunch at our place, and by that I mean everyone.
Well, not Amber and Liam because they're both still in the US.
However, I strongly believe that having ex-husband and wife sitting together at one table with their new partners is painfully fucking awkward.
Sophie disagreed. "I'm sure they would like to see how each others are doing. It will be nice."
It isn't nice, but I won't be the one to tell her that cuz' I'm not bursting that bubble of hope for having a functional family. That bubble is an idiot, but still. I'm not bursting it.
What's worse, she planned the lunch on Christmas, when I should be staying in bed with her all day, wearing pyjamas, drinking cocoa, watching Grinch and her comparing me with him, and ultimately, having sex. Loads of sex.
Instead, I'm stuck sitting next to her at a table with atmosphere being awkward as fuck.
She's so lucky I love her otherwise I'd never put up with her shit.
"So, Daniel, how have you been?" Beatrice asks and coach coughs, looking down at his plate and covering his mouth. I can visibly see he nudged her with his knee.
If he's anything like me, which god knows he is, he's forbidden her from speaking to him.
On the other note, he also isn't speaking to me and hasn't been for the last week. I've been practicing like a fucking lunatic, especially because Daniel and his new wife were staying here and I tried to avoid them as much as possible, hanging out either in Soph's room or in the gym.
I could see she's disappointed that we didn't create a bond or some shit, but I fucking hate that guy and I always will.
He's done his best to keep me and Soph apart and thankfully failed but I'm honestly a little scared he'll try again with some other shit.
Don't be fucking dumb. If he didn't manage to break you two apart with all the shit he's done, then nothing he does will.
"I've been good, gotten married and managed to get a promotion at work." he smiles his fake fucking smile. "How have you been?"
I can see Beatrice thinking whether to tell the truth or not. Being besides Sophie in hospital all the time isn't exaxtly a fun past time.
Honestly, looking at them, I see some worrying fucking parallels between them and me and Soph. Without Daniel because who the fuck would want to be the Daniel of my generation.
A name pops up in my head but I quickly shove it back to the dark place where it belongs.
"I've been good, too." she finally says, squeezing coach's hand.
I groan, but earn an elbow in my ribs from Sophie. This is so lame.
"Wanna get away from here? I could press the fire alarm button." I nudge her cheek with my nose and I can see her bushing.
"I'd love to." Wait, what? Really? I look at her like a man just woken up from a 20 year old coma would look at kids of today.
Shocked.
"But I can't." she adds and I release the breath I was holding. Here's my Sophie. Still alive, well and a little lame.
"This is my family and I organised this. I can't bail on something that I made happen." I roll my eyes at her but I understand.
"You owe me for this." I whisper to her as Daniel's new wife - I honestly forgot her name but I don't care enough to ask - and Beatrice begin talking. Coach has yet to speak.
Sophie's hand on my thigh brings my attention back to her. Slowly, carefully she trails it higher and higher. "I know I do."
Her nails rub my skin through my black jeans and she gently squeezes my manhood before pulling away, leaving me with a hard on.
"You're such a fucking tease. Look what you did now. Now I need you to go somewhere else with me, no excuse." I'm gonna be as persistent as I fucking need to be, I deserve a fucking blow-
"Okay." she blushes. "Meet me in bathroom in five." she discreetly stands up from the table, excusing herself and I feel the butterflies in my stomach, the ones I used to feel at the complete beginning of our relationship.
I don't wait five minutes. "I'm gonna go check on her." I mutter an excuse and almost run after her, hoping they don't see the bulge she made.