Divorced! Now what?
Chapter 59

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Theo My night, sucked. I kept thinking bad thoughts about what the girls were going to do to poor Bethany. I dreamed of all

sorts of bad endings and ways the day would go. Seeing her covered in makeup, her nails bright pink, her hair in braids of different colors. I woke up in a sweat, my sheets tangled around my legs as I fought to get out of the mess I had made with my thrashing body during the night.

The day was just starting, and I was already tired and grumpy. My mind played so many tricks on me last night. I showered and had a coffee, not bothering to grab anything to eat; there would be plenty of that during the day. I headed over to my parents' place bright and early. The streets were almost empty, being Sunday, and most were still sleeping off a night out on the town or waking up soon to go to church, depending on your lifestyle.

Walking into the house, it was still fairly quiet. Dad was seated at the breakfast bar, drinking coffee and reading the paper, which was a plate of toast not far from him. He looked up at me and smiled at what he saw. 'Bad night?'

I took the seat next to him and poured myself a coffee.

'You could say that.' I mumbled, grabbed a slice of toasted cheese, and took a bite. A groan slipped out of my mouth as I chewed. Dad laughed at me and grabbed a slice for himself.

It's going to be a great day today. Some excellent matches. Dad said, going back to his paper and reading the lineup for today.

'Hope the girls don't try to do anything stupid today! I said as I looked over Dad's shoulder at the page he was reading. 'They are in for a shock. Our girl is no pushover,' he said, turning the page of the paper and lifting his coffee for another sip. 'Our girl?' I was shocked that he had used that term. He had only met Bethany once.

'She fits right in for both of us, and I can't wait for Bob to arrive. We are going to have some fun watching a game like it should be watched and see your mother and sisters see what they have been missing out on and what a real female sports fanatic should look like. I am, for one, looking forward to it. Is this why you look like you slept on the floor?' He was chuckling at my poor state of attire.

'I was going to get changed here once I saw what you were going to wear; I am torn between two teams today!

'Ah, we shall go with our first love, and we can always change into the other shirt after the game. Support both.

'So the gridiron football game first, and the soccer football game second?'

'Yep, and back to another gridiron afterward. There is a late basketball semi-final game, too, but I would like to know if the others want to stay that late for work tomorrow.

'We can still watch it, even if they have to go.

I headed upstairs to my old room, grabbed the shirt, and changed it. Then, I went back down to help set the room up with the last few things, like the paper and today's programs. Dad and I laughed and chatted as we moved the chairs around again, still not happy with the setup; it would only be once we had time to sit and start to watch the game that we would replace the best way to sit. Enjoy this chapter for free and stay updated with the latest version on Jo(b)nib.com. Don't miss out, visit it now.We threw several cushions on the couches and two bean bags and did a final check of everything. Dad put on the television, and the talk of the first game started when we heard voices upstairs.

'Go get our supporters and bring them down. I am looking forward to seeing their faces when they see this room. Dad was so proud of his den. He put a lot of work and thought into it. I took the stairs two at a time and reached the kitchen. Bethany mentioned the pies, and I could feel she was not happy with my mother's response. I entered the kitchen, breaking the tension that had grown from that comment. They followed me down to the den, Bethany still holding the container with the pies.

Dad's face was beaming with pride as we entered, seeing their eyes sparkling with joy. I took the container from Bethany, let the two of them explore, and put the pies in the toaster oven on low; they would be ready for half-time, so we wouldn't have to worry about them not being heated. I remember how much Bob enjoyed these pies and thought they might be a sort of ritual they do together, and I did not wish to spoil that. Dad and I loved the pies too.

We settled down for the game after they looked around and gushed over it all. It pleased me that both of them were wearing the same shirts as Dad and I. We looked the part. If anyone were to walk in now, they would know exactly who we were supporting. To my surprise, Bethany took a cushion and sat near her Dad and the small table. She had a tablet on which she took notes, something I had not noticed last week. I was too engrossed in the game to watch her, too, only the occasional glance over at her when she refilled the beer and food.

At half-time, I grabbed the pies and placed them on the larger coffee table. All four of us dived in and started eating them and discussing the game. Mother and Felicity came down with food. Mum's face dropped a little when she saw us all eating the pies, but she said nothing as she placed what she had prepared on the other table, with plates and napkins.

'Bethany, would you like to come upstairs and join the ladies? We have organized a foot spa and nails day', Felicity asked proudly, expecting Bethany to be pleased to be getting out of the room. The look on Bethany's face made me laugh, and so did Dad and Bob. You would have thought we had asked her to go collect the dog poop from outside.

'It is half-time, a very close game, and you want me to leave? Are you insane?' Bethany almost shouted back in shock at being asked to leave the game. My sister was so shocked, and it never occurred to her that Bethany was actually happy to be down there. 'What, you want to be down here with the men watching sports?' Felicity still could not believe it.

'Of course, we need to win this game. If we do, we will go straight to the playoffs. If we lose, we have to have another match. I do not want to lose. How could you ask me to leave and have someone play with my feet? That is so gross, and no one plays with my feet! Bethany was getting worked up, and I moved over, pulled her to me, and rubbed her back, looking over her shoulder to my sister.

'Bethany loves sports as much as Dad and I do. How could you upset her like that?' I growled at my sister. Bethany's Dad stood up and created a group hug, and Dad joined in.

Mum and Felicity just stood staring at us, mouths wide open in shock. I knew my girl would not give in to a foot spa day over a sports day with the guys. The television suddenly boomed with the crowd's cheers, notifying us the game was about to start again. We broke the group hug and settled back down to watch the game. I heard footsteps as someone left the room, and Mother came into view, heading for the food. I heard a groan from Bob as she passed by the television, which temporarily blocked his view. Mum was oblivious to what she had done as she tried to put some of the food closer to us and then left the room.

All thoughts of what had happened at halftime were gone, as we screamed and yelled at our team, trying to urge them on. All our focus was on the game and the cheers that filled the room when we took the final winning points. Bethany was up and doing her victory dance like she had last week, and it pleased me that she was herself.

Mother had come downstairs, bringing more food, knowing the game was almost over. She chuckled softly as she watched Bethany do her little dance and could guess our team had won. I doubt the girls will ever try to coax Bethany away from a game again. My girl knows how to enjoy a team victory.