Bitterly Sweetly (Completed)

Chapter Fifty-six: The Jeweled Sun

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Max's an incorrigible bull, Sofia decided.

She'd tried calling him since he'd left the fluffy pup at her bedside. But the buffoon didn't pick up her calls, he'd instead texted back telling her to go to sleep and that they would talk at the morrow. She'd gone back to sleep, alright, but when morning came she was back at the phone, dialing his number relentlessly.

She just needed to know if he had gotten that much at ease staying alone and had found the pleasant taste of his lost bachelor life that he now didn't want her to come back. She just needed to find out if she had run a saw-blade on her own bloody foot!

After the seventh—SEVENTH call, he picked up and greeted her 'morning' with such irritating tranquility that was greatly missing from her side.

"You're a lying Pinocchio, Max!" she hissed at the phone. "You were supposed to call me and tell me what is going on inside that thick skull of yours."

"We just settled on about the talking part, Sofi, not about me spilling all my plans out to you. Remember?"

Her jaw ticked.

Oh, yes, the exact words literally were just that. And she was outwitted. No doubt he was such a successful lawyer.

"Do you not want me to come back?" she jumped straight to the point, holding back the urge to cry. 

Bloody hell! She didn't know why these days she had been feeling so emotional. She was never so exaggeratedly sensitive before. 

Were these the early stages of insanity? Had love ruined her like this?

"I never wanted this separation period of ours to last forever, but maybe you want just the opposite now." And her nose flared with angry emotions, feeling all over the place.

"Sofi!" he drawled, his voice coaxing as if he could see how her eyes had turned glossy. "I didn't mean it like that. You know, I can't live without you."

"You wrote that you think I should not return—"

He cut in, "Don't forget the 'yet' bit I also wrote at the end of that sentence."

"I don't understand," Rubbing her temple, she dropped back onto the bed.

"Just have some faith in me," he indulged. "You'll know everything in the evening. Now, did you like my gift? The puppy face?"

Times like this she wanted to throttle him with her bare hands and embrace him into her arms tightly and just cry, all at the same time.

Her stomach twisted suddenly as the smell of coffee that someone might be making in the kitchen drifted to her nose. Her chest constricted with the familiar feeling and she sprang out of the bed and ran towards the bathroom. Merely a minute later she was spewing her gut out into the toilet bowl.

At this rate, she feared she would really have to go see a doctor because food poisoning or any other stomach bug surely wouldn't have lasted this long.

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"She needs a name," Skyler said.

Sofia nodded in agreement.

Sam perked up at the mention of name-giving. "Can I name her? Can I... can I?"

Sofia shook her head negative. "No, Sammy, I'm sorry but you cannot do that. Only parents have the right to name their kids."