The Alternate Daughter
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To borrow a phrase: ER no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please?
Days, weeks, passed. Whenever anyone asked him to do something, he'd say he couldn't and whenever they asked why, he'd pretend not to hear them, or he'd say he had to get home for something. And with each day, Ria grew on him more and more. She laughed, almost constantly, and she seemed to understand everything about him. She made him meals that were so good he couldn't remember how he'd managed before. He loved listening to her talk, watching her cook, or just sitting around, doing nothing together. On the rare occasions she'd let him take her out, she drew the attention of every male in eye sight, and quite a few women too, and he was proud of her, and happy with himself. He watched as her child grew, and delighted in the times she allowed him to participate in preparing for it's arrival, which she was doing more and more.
Then, one night, laying in bed with his arms wrapped tightly around her, as he'd grown accomstomed to, he realized. He loved her.
The following story is under the sole ownership and copyright of J.L. Scott. Unauthorized copying and/or use is actionable in a court of law.
To borrow a phrase: ER no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please?
Days, weeks, passed. Whenever anyone asked him to do something, he'd say he couldn't and whenever they asked why, he'd pretend not to hear them, or he'd say he had to get home for something. And with each day, Ria grew on him more and more. She laughed, almost constantly, and she seemed to understand everything about him. She made him meals that were so good he couldn't remember how he'd managed before. He loved listening to her talk, watching her cook, or just sitting around, doing nothing together. On the rare occasions she'd let him take her out, she drew the attention of every male in eye sight, and quite a few women too, and he was proud of her, and happy with himself. He watched as her child grew, and delighted in the times she allowed him to participate in preparing for it's arrival, which she was doing more and more.
Then, one night, laying in bed with his arms wrapped tightly around her, as he'd grown accomstomed to, he realized. He loved her.