The Eccedentesiast

Chapter Forty-nine

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Chapter Forty-nine
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Cecelia groaned and slapped Daniel's chest, turning to look at him. "Damn it, Brian Albert Williams! You haven't even said hello and you somehow made him despise you already! How do you do that?"

Brian's tongue stammered. "I-I-"

Cecelia's father raised a hand to stop them both from speaking. "I am not letting this boy step foot in my home."

"Coach Honey, come on!" Brian raised his hands in the air. "I'm good! I respect your daughter!"

Cecelia shot her eyebrows up in surprise. "You two know each other?"

"Yeah." Her dad crossed his arms over his muscular chest. "Trust me, sweetheart, he can't do a push-up with you sitting on his back. Don't even fantasize."

Brian rolled his eyes, chuckling lightly. "I can't believe this."

"You and your little gang gave me the hardest years of my life." Coach Honey glared at him, standing up to his full height, barely lining up with him.

"Dad!" Cecelia stomped her feet childishly. "Please! I love him!"

Brian shot his head towards her.

Coach honey looked between the both of them. "Cecelia, I'd be happier with you dating Big Foot."

Brian puffed out a breath.

"Nope!" Cecelia pushed past her father, grasping Brian's hand in hers as she pulled him inside the house. "We're going in!" She walked past the living room and yelled over her shoulder, "And we're eating mash potatoes!"

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"God, this is so weird." Coach Honey played with the food on his plate using his fork. "So," he dropped his cutlery and stared over at Brian who continued chewing, "you've got a job yet?"

"Yup." He wiped his mouth with a napkin, almost slipping up and wiping it with the back of his hand. "With my dad."

"Your dad?"

"The family business. He's an architect and well, I'm just his assistant."

"Hmm."

Brian and Cecelia held hands under the table, both holding on tightly.

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"I wish I could show you just how much you mean to me right now." Emiliano stood in front of Emma, a good distance away from her. "I wish we weren't surrounded by all these people."

Emma sighed along with him and looked around at people saying goodbye to one another, already opened presents in hand.

"I can't believe your dinner table is long enough for all of us."

He shrugged. "You could stay."

Emma peered up at him. "I miss my mom." She sneakily holds his hand. "I have to go see her. See if she's awake."

"Okay, princesa." He gives her a friendly hug. "Be safe," he whispers into her ear.

"Okay." She kissed the side of his neck. "I will."

When they pulled away, Isabella hugged Emma. "We love you."

Emma looked up at Emiliano that stood behind his mother. "I love you, too."