Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father by Caroline Above Story
Chapter 0343

Chapter 0343

Daniel sighs and glances at Jerome, willing to explain. “We got a phone call from the prison during cocktails,” he says, pitchinghis voice low as if he’s still worried about being overheard. Probably the result of growing up in a house filled with secrets, Iconsider, thinking about the little kidney bean in my own belly. Would my baby be the same, being raised in a Lippert house?

“Oh?” Jerome asks, his eyes going wide. “Is everything...okay?”

“Yeah, it was...” Daniel glances at me now, “it was actually just dad calling. He got his phone privileges so that he can call peoplewho are not his lawyers.”

Athousand emotions flood me at this news but I keep my body perfectly still, blinking softly and not letting a single one of myfeelings cross my face. Instead, I take a deep breath and sip at my soda.

“That’s so creepy, Fay,” Janeen whispers, and I flash my eyes to her, confused and surprised.“What?”

“I once saw you have a meltdown because you dropped your coloring book in the bathtub,” she says, leaning forward to peer atme. “You've always been like, the most emotional person I’ve ever met.”

“So?” I ask, confused.

“So?” she replies, her face twisting with displeasure. “Your husband just told you that your baby daddy, his father, just called fromprison — and that he can call from prison, even though you haven't talked to him since he told you he thought you were cheatingon him. And you just sit passively? You, of all people, show no emotion?”

I sigh, resting my drink in my lap and looking down at it for a second, clenching my teeth. “What do you want me to do, Janeen?”I ask, frustrated. “Break into tears? Fall on the floor in hysterics?”

“Kinda!” she says, and I whip up my head to glare at her as she throws her hands in the air. “Because that’s what my sisterwould do! I don’t know how I feel about this,” she says, bringing her arms down and using her pointer finger to squiggle a line inthe air between us, “this new Fay who is so placid. Were you body snatched? Are you a robot?”

“If I was,” I snap, leaning forward to glare at her a little, “would I remember the time that you passed out drunk, and naked fromthe bottom down, in the kiddy pool? And that the neighbor’s dog found you there, and stole the hotdog you were holding — allnight — right out of your hand?”

Janeen gasps, clasping a hand to her chest. “That was a secret, Fay!” she hisses, leaning forward to glare at me more as Danieland Jerome burst into laughter.

“Well at least I’m still your sister, Janeen!” I snap back, leaning further forward.“My sister would never tell strangers —“ she insists, but Daniel interrupts.“She’s doing it again, Janeen,” he says, smirking at me. “Distracting you. Doing the word thing.”

Janeen gasps again, her hand going back to her chest. “Fay!” she shouts, and then she takes a stray cashew off the table andthrows at me. “Stop that!”

“Stop falling for it,” I mutter, crossing my arms and sitting back in my chair. Then I glare at Daniel for betraying me, but he justshrugs.

“Seriously though,” Jerome says, looking at Daniel now. “What did he say?”

My shoulders go rigid as I steel myself again, not sure I want to hear it. Daniel, sensing that this is harder for me than for them,puts a hand on my arm. “Do you want to know?”

“Of course she wants to know!” Janeen growls, but I take a deep breath, considering.

“Yes,” I sigh, because I really do. And it’s not doing any good to put it off.

“Okay,” Daniel says softly. And thenhe takes a sip of his drink, I thinkwanting to steel hirngelf a er OWell,theye’yqmratdn td report. He’s okay,he's...bored, and anxious. He feelsreally helpless and he’s never beenvery good at feeling that way, if heever has before.” Please read theoriginal content at .

“He said all of that?” Jerome asks, a little disbelieving.

“Well, no,” Daniel sighs, twisting the stem of his martini glass. “Some of this is my interpretation. He said that jail is jail. And thenhe asked a lot of questions about...here. About us.”

My eyes flick up to his now, and replace Daniel's eyes already on me.“He asked about you,” Daniel says softly. “I told him you're okay.”“You didn’t tell him I was planning anything, did you?” I ask, abrupt.

“No,” Daniel says, flinching back alittle bit. “I just said that oe aeThat you're fealing yea in your,” heHeditates now, feeling a littleawkward, “...first trimester. You're notsick or anything.” Please read theoriginal content at .

I look down again, pursing my lips.Because...I can’t think very hard, rightnow, about Kent eee eGbaby. I can’tletnayseffthink aboutEv aNaee oe have soundedwhen he asked, or whether heactually asked if I had morningsickness, or Daniel just told him...it'stoo much. It’s all just way too much.

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