ALL MY HEART WANTS IS YOU

CHAPTER 10 - SECRET REVEALED

SARAH

Our party of five arrived at my parents house and we were welcomed with warm hugs and smiles before my mum whisked away my sons to show them around. I was in the living room enjoying a nice chat with my dad and Denzel when we heard the front door open and a few seconds later Emily stepped into the living room.

"Hi dad," she greeted cheerfully with a bright smile which disappeared when her eyes landed on me. As if anticipating an attack from her, I immediately sat up straight with my back firm and rigid.

"Well if it isn't the prodigal daughter," she said with a nasty smile. "Hello sister," she added them dragged her eyes lazily over Denzel and spoke again. "And I see you have your pedophile with you," she finished and I gritted my teeth.

Emily had always been one nasty b***h and obviously that hadn't changed but I was done letting her walk all over me. From the corner of my eyes, I could see my dad opening his mouth to speak but I immediately spoke up. I was also done letting him and mum defend me from my own little sister.

"Hello to you too little sister," I said with a smile. "I see you're not tired of letting the world know you're beneath me not just in age but character too," I added and I watched her face contort into a scowl as I went on. "Do you have plans to ever grow up darling? It'll look good on you and supply the class you lack. Give it a thought."

I gave a nonchalant shrug and smiled at the fiery look in her eyes.

"You're such a b***h!" She yelled and made to storm off but I wasn't letting her have the last word this time.

"I believe you have the roles reversed little sister," I said loudly before she was out of earshot. When I was sure she had left the room, I took in a deep shaky breath and let it out again and I noticed my hands were shaking too. Standing up to Emily was something I had never done before and it felt really good but the adrenaline rush had been crazy. I had half expected her to rush at me and grab at my neck. I looked up to see my dad and Denzel watching me closely and I managed to give a firm indifferent shrug.

"I can't continue to let her walk all over me," I said in a surprisingly calm and firm voice which didn't reflect how I was feeling.

My dad opened his mouth to speak but was cut short by the return of my mother and the kids. The boys walked over to sit quietly in the space between my dad and I, with Oscar the leader sitting closest to my dad. They had been unusually calm and quiet since we arrived and I knew it was because they were still trying to understand and know my parents better before they became their usual naughty selves. For a bunch of seven year olds they could be uncharacteristically mature sometimes and it could be unsettling. My mum sat in the space between Denzel and I and beamed at me with tender eyes and as I watched the corner of her eyes crinkle, I felt like placing my head on her thighs and making her stroke my hair affectionately just like she used to do when I was younger.

As if sensing that I craved a physical connection with her, she reached out, grabbed my right hand and placed it on her thighs, patting it lovingly. I could tell she wanted more but I also understood that my years away had probably put up some walls and distance between us.

"I missed you mio tesoro," she said in a voice so low, I would have missed it if I wasn't familiar with her. I bit my lower lip as I recalled the first day she had ever called me 'Mio Tesoro.' I had been about four or five years old and my mum in her usual love for adventure and exploration had just taken up a class in foreign languages and one day after one of those classes, she had pranced into my playroom and swept me off the floor where I had been playing with dolls, then she had spun me around in the air and said; "darling, I have a new name for you. I'll call you 'Mio tesoro,' it's Spanish for 'my treasure.'" She had spun me some more and I had giggled.

I smiled a little at the memory then I frowned. Where had Emily been? She would have been two or three at the time so why had she not been hanging out with her big sister? I shrugged and turned to my mum who was still stroking my hand absentmindedly.

My dad asked Denzel about the modeling agency and that started a conversation which lasted until one of the maids came to announce that dinner was ready. We all went into the dining room with our chatter still going strong and I noticed the kids were beginning to speak more freely and were already calling my parents 'grandpa' and 'grandma.' We entered the dining room to see Emily already sitted and sipping some wine. She greeted us with a mean smirk as we entered and I looked at her with an indifference which seemed to provoke her.

We sat down to dinner and when we opened the dishes before us, I cast my mum a grateful glance as my stomach rumbled in anticipation of the tasty spread before me. Obviously my mum had not only told the cooks to prepare dinner for five more, she had told them to change the entire menu because the spread before us contained my absolute favourite meal. My mum returned the glance with a smile and Emily must have caught this and understood it because she spoke up immediately.

"I see the prodigal daughter returns and steals all the love and attention again huh?" She said with so much venom in her voice. "You're ever the golden, perfect little princess Sarah, aren't you?" She added and took another sip of her wine.

"Emily, if you'd please restrain yourself," my dad spoke with an edge to his voice. "We have little kids and a visitor in our presence," he added and I saw him let out a controlled breath.

"Alright. Sorry pops," Emily said with a weird emphasis on the pops. "I'll play nice. I mean, far be it from me to smear your favourite princess' image by speaking her name from my filthy mouth."

Next, she turned to Denzel.

"Sorry, for speaking to your little girl rudely," she finished with a taunting smile but Denzel said nothing in return.

The table fell quiet again and we all continued to eat our dinner even though there had been a very obvious shift in the atmosphere. I noticed Emily was drinking more than she was eating but I said nothing. We were nearing the end of the meal when Emily decided that she wanted the night to end with war.

"I'm really not trying to be troublesome," she started with a slur "But explain why she disappears for eight years and reappears with a bunch of seven year old brats and she's still your favourite child. What was it you used to call her mum?" She paused then added "Your tesoro! Make it make sense my dear parents."

Denzel as if sensing what was about to happen, got up and herded the triplets out of the room.

"Memory flash Emily," I started as soon as the door shut behind them. "You were so engrossed in your job of being beneath me that you stooped so low to open your damned legs for my fiance a night to my wedding. How are you enjoying picking up my leftovers?"

She looked at me with so much hatred before responding.

"Technically I didn't pick up your leftover because you shamelessly f****d his best friend on the night that was supposed to be your wedding night," she said and I felt my heart stop. "You f****d him so good, he even got you pregnant with triplets," she paused and sneered at me then added. "What's the matter Sarah? Cat caught your tongue?"

I stared at her but couldn't find a response.

I turned to my mum and dad and took in their surprised faces. s**t! This was certainly not how I had planned to tell them that Bryan Jones was the father of my triplets.