SM OWNS IT ALL.
"No, you're wrong. You were too busy following your dream of fixing cars or whatever bullshit to be here for Sophie as her Dad. She calls you that now, but you haven't earned it."
"And what? You haven't earned your title so you let her call you Bella? Is that it? Does my daughter not have a mom?" He taunts me.
How fucking dare he?
I reach across the table so fast, he doesn't see it coming. My palm connects with the left side of his face with a loud whack.
It feels good. I've wanted to do that since I first saw his beautiful face almost a month ago.
He looks down and holds his cheek, shaking his head. "I deserved that," he says when he finally looks up at me.
"Yeah you did. Come talk to me when you're not gonna be an asshole." I stand up and motion for him to get up and leave.
"Come on, Bella. I'm sorry." He throws his arms up in the air, frustrated.
"You're sorry an awful lot." I spit back.
"I don't know how to do this!" he says frustrated. "Last week, I didn't have a kid…now I do. I thought I was saying the right thing about the whole Bellas situation and then you tell me I have no say? You just pissed me off!" He says, his eyes widening. "If I have a daughter." He points at his chest. "I wanna have a say. She wants to call you Bella…fine. So be it. I'm here now trying to take responsibility."
"Good." I say petulantly.
I cut him some slack 'cause he looks like he's gonna have a breakdown…and he also has a really nice print of my hand on his cheek.
It really felt good to slap him. She should have thrown in a fist, though. Dammit!