My Dark Romeo: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romance(137)
They ignore me, still bitter about what happened a few months ago.
In fact, Zach cuts right to it. “Is there a reason we found out your father died on the six o’clock news?”
“It wasn’t newsworthy enough for the nine o’clock cycle?”
Oliver scratches his temple. “Zach, don’t you ever worry that Romeo’s a sociopath?”
“I’m not a sociopath.”
Why am I speaking to these people instead of being with my pregnant wife right now?
Oh. That’s right.
Because I can hear her and Hettie gushing downstairs and know it will be at least ten minutes before I can safely approach her.
“Debatable.” Zach sets his phone down, slam-dunking his electric toothbrush into a glass cup. “Do you remember what you said when we came to offer our condolences?”
“I barely remember your hair color.”
“Welp. You win some, you lose some.” He mimics me down to the timbre of my voice. “And I just won some. Where’s my congratulations?”
“I mean, an ‘I’m happy for you’ would have been nice.”
If anything, I went easy on Senior during his life, for the sake of Dallas. I abandoned my revenge plans. That was generous enough.
Even Morgan got a free pass to return to America.
Last I heard, she’s living in a commune in the Appalachians.
Oliver tilts his head. “When I croak, will you deliver my eulogy speech? I need someone who’s emotionless enough to form words in the wake of my death. Everyone else will be too busy bawling.”
“You mean bowling.” Zach shuts the lights in his hotel room. Behind him, a sweeping view of Namsan Tower looms. “There will one hundred percent be a party.”
That’s my cue to hang up.
I press the end button, figuring Dallas has had enough time to do whatever she needed to do with Hettie.
By the time I enter our bedroom, she’s sitting in a sea of bright yellow paper, her arm shoved under our mattress, yanking more and more out. They keep coming like a clown’s handkerchief with no end in sight.
She holds one up to the light like it’s money she needs to check for authenticity. “These babies must’ve worked as soon as I got them. Maybe too well. What if we have twins? A triplet?”
I lean against the door, watching my wife exist.
Loudly. Messily. Unapologetically.
Just the way a woman loved is meant to bloom.
Like a rose in spring.
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