Chapter 146
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Mia’sPov
I wake up with a Massive hangover. An aspirin and fresh orange juice are placed next to the bedside table.
I gulp the aspirin with the juice down and walk like a zombie to the bathroom.
The mirror reflection shows Mia, but I don’t recognise the woman staring.
I heard laughter outside and glared at the window in the bedroom.
“s**t,” I said out loud. Dawn must’ve dropped Rosie off already.
I rushed downstairs to find Griffin and Rosie busy planting God knows what in the yard.
They both laughed and had so much fun. I smiled. This is what I’ve wished for, but I can’t stand the pain I had to feel for 7years of him not being in our lives. The constant reminder of him being gone forever, and the ongoing pain I had to feel for missing him.
I wish I can put these feelings aside and let him back into our life. I know I can’t keep him from Rosie. She looks so happy with her dad being part of her life.
“Hey,” Griffin called and Rosie gave me an enormous smile, making my heart melt to see how happy she is.
“Hey.” I smiled back.
“Do you want to help?” Griffin asksed while Rosie looks at me with an expression of “she always says no.” so I decided to say yes this time, and both Griffin's and Rosie’s faces lid up.
With the massive hangover, the Sun and garden work won’t do me good, but what a hell, let’s do it.
We planted rose seeds and sunflower seeds. I don’t know how it’s going to survive with this weather, but it makes Rosie happy.
“I’m hungry,” Rosie said. The sun already burned her face.
“Let’s make something to eat. You go wash up. I will meet you in the kitchen, okay?” I kissed her sweaty red face.
“That was fun,” Griffin announced.
“Yeah, Rosie enjoyed it.” I let out with a soft voice.
“And you?” I don’t know what he excepts me to say. Yes, I enjoyed it. I enjoyed it too much. It made me forget how sad I am and how much I want to hate Griffin.
“Yeah, it was fun.”
“You know you can show once in a while that you’re having fun, right?” he picked up the tools that we used to plant the seeds and carry them to the wooden cottage.
“Yeah well, fun was taken from me the day we burried your empty coffin.” he doesn’t respond.
“I need to go make something for Rosie to eat.” I turned around and walked away.
I can feel his eyes on me as I walk up the stairs into the house.
When I reached the kitchen I could breathe again, even though I have a sharp pain in my heart from just wanting to forgive him, not just for Rosie’s sake, but for me to heal, but I can’t seem to get the images out of my mind the day I kneeled down to an empty coffin, thinking I’ve lost the love of my life, and now he’s standing outside busy with seeds and s**t.
I let out an enormous sigh when Rosie entered the kitchen.
“Hey, so I made your favourite.” she sits down at the table not answering me.
“What’s wrong?” I know what’s wrong, but I can’t just let her have her way of giving her father another chance.
“Mom, I’ve watched you cry behind closed doors, how you were drinking for days, how you wrote in your diary, how much you’ve missed dad. Would it be so bad to understand why he had to do what he did?” sometimes I wonder what age this kid is.
“Eat your lunch.” she lowered her face and took a bite of her sandwich.
Maybe I should try? I will never trust him fully again, but I do still love him.
Maybe it’s hazing my judgement for what he did, or maybe it’s because I’ve never loved anyone the way I loved, or still love him.
It’s impossible to ignore the passion even with all the pain.
Maybe I should just give it a try to see where it leads and maybe Rosie would stop moping as well.
I smiled at her, and she knew exactly what I meant.
“On one condition.” I point my finger at her.
“You need to roll into a dance school ASAP.” she jumped up and hugged me.
“I love you,” she whispered. I bent down to her level.
“I love you more.” I placed my forehead against her and I can feel her feeling more relaxed.
“Get your bag ready. Aunty Dawn wants to take you for ice cream, and she was the one pestering me to go buy you a dance outfit.” Rosie’s face lids up and run to her room.
“She’s going to Dawn again?” Griffin asked, walking into the kitchen.
“Yeah, Rosie started watching my tapes where I used to dance, and she’s very good. So we enrolled her into a dance school for juniors.”
“Oh, that’s good,” Griffin said, sitting down at the table.
“And, she’s going so we can spend time together and see if we can sort out our difference.” Griffin smiled and was about to say something when I held up my hand to silence him.
“I’m not promising anything, but Rosie needs both of us, and if this works out, then you have to promise no more surprises. Rosie will be safe, and no danger will ever come to her.” he shook his head in agreement.
“So, what do you want to do?” he asked with much expectation in his voice.
“Surprise me.” I smiled, putting my hand on his. He looked surprised but more happier than surprised.
“Let me help Rosie get ready. I will meet you downstairs soon.”
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