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“Whatever you want, love,” he replied, staring down at me. “Just tell us and we’ll tear apart the whole world to get it for you.”
“Was she cruising for a bruising? Because I’ve got crystals on my rings.” She flashed her big silver gemstone rings. “And I’ve got a mind to rearrange her chakras.”
His arms went around me tighter but I resisted that warmth, not wanting comfort right now, just wanting this to be over. But that’s the thing about domestic violence. I might not have had the shit kicked out of me the minute I walked into my old kitchen, but Paul had been coercing me, controlling me, belittling me, stealing from me for years, and now he was going to try and steal this, too; my one shot at happiness.
I’d unleashed an Intercontinental Ballistic Mother on Nat’s mum and I didn’t care, so I followed along behind her at a more sedate pace, just in time to catch the blow back.
“What the fuck was that?” she asked excitedly. “Was that a mum-on-mum smack down? Mumaggedon? A mumapocalypse? Damn, Meryl, that deserves the highest of fives because Nat’s mum is such a biii—”
“I’ll want you until the sun dies in the sky, until the world goes cold and beyond. Gods help me, I’ll never stop wanting…” He swallowed hard, staring at me meaningfully. “I’ll never stop loving you.”
“Did your mother-in-law just volunteer to do meal prep for your upcoming orgy?”
“I’m gonna be an aunty?” I nodded sharply, tears filling my eyes, closing off my throat and preventing me from speaking. “Oh my god, I can’t wait to start teaching it to run with scissors.”
