That evening, my parents decided to go on a date. I was home alone, Lulu was at a friend's house, and Mark and Derek were at some college party; so it was just Miranda and me for the evening. We were playing with dolls and toy ponies as a family owning an equestrian farm.
The doorbell dinged its tune as I smiled at my daughter.
"Mommy will be right back, Mia." I lifted myself from the floor, walking to the door, Miranda still playing with the dolls. I looked through the peep hole and opened the door to see if I wasn't imagining it, I sighed royally pissed off with who was standing there.
"What do YOU want, Johnny Abatti?" I asked, clenching my fists, he looked down with a sigh.
"I'm sorry." I rolled my eyes.
"It's going to take more than 'I'm sorry' to gain my trust again."
"I understand…"
"Oh wow!" I said sarcastically, "You actually understand?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked hurt as I sighed agitated.
"Well, you're not the brightest bulb in the chandelier."
"Are…are you saying I'm stupid?"
"For what you did? Yes, I am saying that!"
"Well then…" Johnny bit his lip, "If that kid's as dim as I am! Let's hope you won't call her stupid!"
"Miranda is a brilliant little girl! Sure, she may look like you, but she got her brains from me!" Johnny stopped with a face as though someone slapped him across the face.
"Miranda? Her name is Miranda?" Now it felt like someone slapped me across the face expression was creeping on my appearance.
"You will forget I ever said that!" but he kept mouthing her name.
"Johnny! I'm warning you! Stay away from our daughter!" He looked up again.
"You just said our daughter."
"No! I…I meant MY daughter! Mine!" I pushed him, causing him to stumble backwards. "And don't you DARE think about setting foot at this house again!" He stood their shocked, his eyes looked behind me and I feared for the worse.
"Mommy?" I heard a little squeak, as I turned on my heels.
"Miranda? Mommy told you to wait in the living room!"
"No you didn't you tolded me you would be back. But you taked a long time." She gave a squeeze to her stuffed horse.
"Miranda…" I heard him whisper, I turned my attention back to him to see him shaking and tears dripping from his ducts.
"Johnny…" I began, "Heed my warning, if I even SEE you near us again, I will call the police!"
"I broke up with Nanette." He blurted out, I rose my eyebrow and rolled my eyes.
"Oh so you broke up with your OTHER baby's mama? What did she 'catch' the pregnant too?" He shook his head, wiping his tears.
"We never did that, I couldn't." He began to chuckle sadly. "She actually threw a fit when I said, 'I love you too, Angela' and I always did that." I crossed my arms, rolling my eyes again. Then he did something unexpectedly.
He grabbed me by the beltloops of my pants and planted his lips onto mine before running away. I stood there, I...was furious! Why did...what the hell was wrong with him?!
"Mommy?" Miranda asked, "Who that man?"
"He was...no one, sweetie..." I replied, closing the door.
"But why he kiss you, like when grandma and grandpa kiss?" I blushed, sighing.
"Don't worry about that, Mir-" but she stopped me.
"Was that daddy?" my heart broke into two, thanks a lot, Johnny Abatti!
"How about we never talk about this night again?" I asked as Miranda's eyes weld up with tears, she began to cry.
"Why does daddy hate me?" She sobbed, "I want daddy to love me like grandpa loves mommy, and auntie Lulu, and unca Mark and Derek!" And with that she began to throw a tantrum, I groaned in sadness; Miranda rarely ever threw a tantrum. And when she did, it was over that no good Johnny...
"I want daddy to love me!" She sobbed.
"Miranda..." I said sympothetically... "Mommy loves you!"
"I want...I want..." she began to cry again, pounding her fists on the carpet, I scooped my beautiful daughter into my arms.
"You have people who DO love you, Mia-bug!" I exclaimed as she began to sob in my shoulder.
"It's okay, to be upset..." I whispered with tears running down my cheeks, "Mommy gets sad too..." She stopped sobbing and looked up at me with her big green eyes.
"Really?" Miranda asked, as I nodded, wiping a tear with my free hand.
"Don't cry, mommy! I sorry!" she gave me a hug as I smiled.
"It's not your fault, Mia!" I exclaimed, holding her tighter, It's your no-good dad's fault...