I ignored the look of hurt in her eyes and just turned away. Mom's words have been plaguing me for the last half an hour, and my mind has been playing around with the idea of 'what if.' It doesn't matter, though; I keep telling myself. There can be no reason, no excuse for my ex to have done the things she did. So no matter how much I felt that she indeed didn't look nor act like a gold-digging piece of shit, I still can't trust her, and what's more, I don't want to.
I'm not about to soften in front of her, and I for damn sure won't be showing any weakness in Mom's presence. My dear mother has shown whose side she's on in this fight, and I won't put it past her to scent blood in the water and move in for the kill. As it is, she was rolling her eyes at me because of my last dig.
"Cadmus, why don't we have the staff show them both to the nursery, and you and I can have a talk over a coffee."
"I'm not thirsty." Her look made me feel like a uncooperative teen again, and I went off to do her bidding, damn tyrant.
She followed me from the room and lit into me as soon as I'd sent the housekeeper off to show my sons and his mother to the nursery. The room so far only had a little portable sleeper, which I'd been told would do in a snap until their furniture arrived.
I plan on having the furniture similar to that my dad and I had used as kids sent here as soon as it has been step up and I kinda saw it as a simple family tradition and since I didn't want Cayden and Calen to have a fight
I ordered two similar sets of all things as I don't think they will be okay for one of them to have something that had been used bu their father and grandpa so I decided to not use them but had taken photos of it to order something similar to it.