Ohne Dich (Sequel to Stirb Nicht Vor Mir)

Chapter 119

May 22, 2010

"Come in!" I invited Brenna (Paul's wife) and Paul inside. 

"Griffin, Jesus Christ!" Corey yelled. 

"Oh God," I muttered and sat down on the couch. "How have you guys been?"

"Really good," Paul wrapped an arm around Brenna. 

"Sorry about that," Corey rushed downstairs and gave Paul and Brenna a hug. 

"What's wrong with Griffin?" I asked. 

"I was on the phone with Scarlett and he said hi, then burped loudly."

"Where's Everleigh?" Brenna asked. 

"In her room," I replied. "EVERLEIGH!"

"COMING!" She shouted and ran downstairs. "Uncle Paul!"

She ran to Paul and hugged him, then Brenna. 

"You have a big tummy," She giggled. 

"There's a baby in there," Brenna grinned. 

I got up and called my mom. 

"Hello?" She answered. 

"When are you picking Everleigh and Ashton up?" I asked. 

"I thought you were dropping them off."

"No, you told me that you were going to pick them up."

"Well, I can't. We're already at the restaurant."

"Who?"

"Keanu and I."

"I thought you were going to pick them up, though."

"Here, how about I go get them and you stay here?" Keanu asked. "Unless you want to go get them?"

"I can go get them," I heard my mom say. "I'll be there soon, Adette."

"Okay," I smiled. "Bye."

"Bye."

I put my phone in my pocket and grabbed Everleigh's hand and walked to her room. 

"We have to get your stuff ready for your sleepover with Grandma," I told her. 

"Yay!" She shrieked. 

I got her clothes in a bag, put her blanket in there, and some snacks. 

"I love you!" I picked her up and started tickling her. 

She ran over to the couch and sat down on her dad's lap. 

"She's so big," Paul sighed. "I remember when she was just a tiny baby at her mommy and daddy's wedding."

"Me too," I looked over at the picture on the wall of Corey, Angeline, Ashton, Griffin, Everleigh, and I on our wedding day. 

We were the perfect family. This was the family I wanted. I would've loved it better if Angeline, Griffin, and Ashton could stay with us full-time, but at least we get to see them. 

"ASHTON!" I yelled. 

"WHAT?!" He yelled. 

"GET YOUR STUFF TOGETHER!"

"AM I GOING TO MY DAD'S?!"

"NO! YOU'RE GOING TO YOUR GRANDMA'S!"

He groaned loudly, but grabbed his stuff and walked downstairs. 

"I don't want to go," He said. 

"How old are you?" Paul asked Ashton. 

"12."