"Another round," Jake tells the bartender.
"I don't know," Dad says, ever the mediator. "We should probably switch to water."
"We've had two shots," I argue, craving the burn.
"Fine." He sighs. "What's the occasion?"
I turn up the shot, then slam down the glass. "Bella agreed to come home with us."
Dad fucking beams. "That's good news, son!"
Jake shakes his head. "It's not."
"Why?" Dad's confused.
"It's only for Masie." I motion for a refill.
"That's bad because…" He's still confused.
"She doesn't love me." Another shot.
"Sure she does." He claps my shoulder. "She just doesn't remember."
I know these small chapters are torture, but I hope it's the delicious kind.
The love you've shown this fic is way beyond expectations, and I notice when you fall behind and stop in to review every chapter you missed even though it isn't necessary. Thank you soooo much!
I may share another later...
Who am I kidding, ofc I will :)