It is a story of how the divorced couple, Michelle and Anntonia, navigate life as ex-wives co-parenting their daughter, Daniela Harper Porsild-Dee.
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own any of the characters in this story. This is pure fiction.
Oh, how I hated this word. So pretentious, like it was always being translated from the French. The tint and taint of illicit, illegitimate affections. Dictionary meaning: a person having a love affair. Impermanent. Unfamilial. Inextricably linked to sex. I have never wanted a lover. In order to have a lover, I must go back to the root of the word. For I have never wanted a lover, but I have always wanted to love, and to be loved. There is no word for the recipient of the love. There is only a word for the giver. There is the assumption that lovers come in pairs. When I say, Be my lover, I don't mean, Let's have an affair. I don't mean, Sleep with me. I don't mean, Be my secret. I want us to go back down to that root. I want you to be the one who loves me. I want to be the one who loves you.
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Anntonia
Congratulations. But what for?
My eyes followed Michelle until she got inside. Still confused about her, congratulating me. I wasn't aware that Jia's going to reach out to me right now. Let alone flying here when I know how busy she was in Los Angeles.
She still looked the same, just her hair has got a little longer than the last time we've seen each other. Sauntering towards the car that she probably rented.
"Jia, what are you doing here?"
She gave me a small smile, "surprise.." she mumbled awkwardly.
"I went straight to your parents' house. They said you're here and there you are. Can we talk? Or are you busy? We can do it tomorrow. Your mum said it was a family gathering."
Curious to know why she flew all the way here, although I already have a feeling about the reason why, I asked her to wait for me outside. I couldn't just leave Max's party. So, I went back inside to say goodbye to everyone.
Mother-in-law has Dani beside her, feeding her a snack. My eyes are wandering around, looking for Michelle, but I couldn't find her.
"She's at the bar with my sister." Max says from behind. "Are you okay?"
I wanted to cry when she gave me a hug, but this isn't the right place to do so, not when there were so many watchful eyes calculating our every move. Fuck, this is such a mess. One that I don't know how to fix because I don't know where to begin.
"I'm not the one you should ask that. It's a huge mess, Max. I can't- I don't really know what to do."
She grasped my hand, "don't worry about her tonight. My brother and I got her, just talk to Jia first. Whatever you need, okay? Let's start with you talking to Jia."
I nodded my head, grateful that they understood. "Thank you. Just-" I looked over to the bar and I could see just her back. Rhian was rubbing her back, comforting her to whatever she was saying. "Please.."
