Divorced! Now what?
Chapter 47

Bethany

POV

The following day, I woke up with yesterday's phone calls on my mind, so I emailed my lawyer and let him deal with it. I cannot fathom how that person got my phone number, and I am a little worried about who could be doing this. Was it one of my sister's friends trying to get into my head? I would not put it past my sister to do something like that, try and make it all Bret's fault and that she is innocent in this, which I know she isn't. Maybe she did not like me knowing she had married my husband and thought about making it look like he had done this a lot of times before and that she was another victim, planting the seeds of doubt.

I had a nice long swim before making a quick breakfast, got the television on the sports channel and played in the background, and put some finger food in the oven on low heat to warm up for when our guests arrived. I was looking forward to spending time with Dad. It had been a while since I had a chance to have a proper sports day. My Mum and sister would always replace ways to spoil it. Bret was not into sports the way we were and would often make bad calls and make Dad grumble over Bret's lack of knowledge. He would prefer Bret to sit and enjoy the game instead of trying so hard to contribute when he had no idea what he was doing.

At ten o'clock, the door opened, and in walked Dad. He had a case of beer under his arm and sports paperwork on the other.

'Hi, Dad. I called out and gave him a side hug. He handed over the case of beer and headed to the sofa, ready to get organized for his day in front of the screen.

'Do you want to start with a beer or a coffee?' Sometimes, Dad was not ready for a beer, and as we are having guests today, he might have a coffee to start with. 'Coffee, and do you have any of those tarts you made last time?' Dad had a sweet tooth, though he would deny it often.

I grabbed both of us a coffee, took out several cakes and tarts, and placed them on the table. Dad had already set up the table with all the paperwork, and I could see we were starting a football game today. I was in the mood to scream and shout, and a football would do the trick.

We had just got into the introductions of the players for the game. They had yet to come out onto the field and warm up; each player's name and stats were popping up, and we were engrossed in it when the door opened, and Theo walked in along with another man, who was an older version of Theo. There was no doubt that the man was Theo's Dad.

Dad stood up and greeted the men.

'Dad, this is Theo, my colleague, and his Dad. Theo, this is my Dad, Bob.' Dad shook the hands of both men. Theo's Dad shook my Dad's hand.

'Call me Hank,' the older man said, and the television cheered as a player was introduced.

'Come take a seat; we are not far from the game starting, My Dad said, and the two men sat side by side on the sofa. 'Coffee or straight into the beer?' I asked and got three men called out. "Beer'. Theo was even now seated in front of the television, glued to the warm-up that had just begun.

After taking the food out of the oven and putting the next lot in, I grabbed four beers and placed them all on a coffee table, a different table, away from all the paperwork, which was on a side table close to my Dad. I then went back into the kitchen, grabbed an esky, filled it with beer and ice, and returned, placing the esky under the table, so anyone could pull it out and grab a beer.

I sat near Dad on the floor, on the other side of the side table, so I could grab the paperwork if I felt the need to. It was a place I preferred to sit. I cracked open my beer and took a long swig. I heard the other beers being opened, and soon, the game began. The game started off being a rather close game, and I am not sure who yelled the loudest, but we were all on the same team, and that made it even better when we all growled at the umpire for his stupid calls and praised the coach for not losing it too much. Half- time, I was bringing more beer and food out while the men all talked about the first half of the game.

The game started, and our cheers were louder as our team seemed to have had the magic elixir and blitzed the field for the rest of the game. The chatter was fun, and seeing my Dad so happy was good. Both dads got along really well, and I hoped we could do this again. The next game was a walkover. The team we cheered for was very good, and soon, Dad had the paperwork out, and discussions about placing on the league ladder were discussed. I refilled the beers and food, and we changed the type of sports we were to watch. Both dads chose a Lakers basketball game. One of the men was having a ripper of a season, and if he managed to make enough goals today, he would break some records. This interested us both. It was not like they were cheering the team; they wanted to support the man about to break records.

All too soon, the games were over, and it was time to return home; it was eight o'clock, and both dads needed to leave, as they had work tomorrow.

'We have to do this again; it was a great day, my Dad told Hank.

'Why not do it each week? This is a good place to relax in, and Bethany has a great television and surround sound. 'That works for me, and if I am at work, you know the door is always open, and you can get in and help yourself. I will make sure the food is warm in the oven.' I was so happy, and the day was better than I had hoped. We talked about nothing but sports. It was nice for a change. I did not hear one grumble about their life; the food and beer flowed all day, and Dad was happy to walk home, and I was okay with that. No one was drunk. We somehow managed to keep it all together and enjoy the day.

'Perfect. I'll catch you another time, Bethany. Hank and Dad hugged me and waved as the elevator took them down to the lobby.

'Good night, Theo. Thanks for bringing your Dad. I had a great time!'

'You are the first woman I have met that is into sports as much as my Dad and I, and your Dad seems to be perfect for my Dad. Being on the same side helped, too. Though I think it would have been interesting if one of us wasn't and could sit and spout off stats all day to prove why one was better than the other'

He chuckled, I nodded, and then we returned to our home. I closed the door and started to clean up the lounge room, the television still on the sports channel, as the news of all the day's events was being talked about by some panel of idiots that think they know all about it, and well, sometimes they are right and other times they are not according to our opinions that is. But who is to say we are correct or not? The day finished much better than it had started, and it seemed my Dad had someone his own age in this town he could meet up with for sports or just general chin-wagging.