Mein Herz Brennt Für Dich

Chapter 75

"Yeah," I nodded my head and chuckled. 

"And, so, I told her to fuck off," My mom said. 

We all laughed.

"So, Till," My dad sat up. "How is your tour going?"

"Good," He replied, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. 

"So, you'd be willing to ditch my daughter for it?" He asked causing me to give him a glare. "I'm just kidding."

"Stop it," I mouthed to him, embarrassed at his comment. 

"No," Till put his hand in my hand. "I understand where you're coming from. I mean, I would be pissed if I was in Rilla's shoes, but I'm not and she understands that I have to do this. I want to do it, and it's only for a short time and then we will get married."

"I mean, if we're being real here, Rilla will probably do the same thing," Johnny took a sip of his beer. 

"Wait, what are you talking about?" I asked. 

"If your book is successful, you'll probably go on a book tour."

"Oh yeah," I sneered. "In your face, Till!" I stared at Sylvia holding Brenner and rocking him back and forth. "He's so cute when he sleeps, right?"

Sylvia looked up. "Yeah, he really is."

"He looks like Till," My mom said. 

"I told you," I smiled at Till as I grabbed a beer for both Till and I. 

As I drank it, Johnny was leaning over Brenner, but he then spat up in Johnny's face and I spat out my beer and started laughing as I saw Johnny's face of disgust. 

"Shit!" I exclaimed and ran to the sink in the kitchen and spat up the rest of my drink. I grabbed a washcloth, got it wet, wiped off the beer and Brenner's spit and lastly, Johnny's face. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Johnny spat out. 

I chuckled, put the washcloth in the sink, and sat back down next to Till, wrapping my arms around him. 

"So," My dad said. "Till."

"Yes?" Till started rubbing my arm. 

"Your concerts."

"What about them?"

"Buck Dich."

"Buck Dich," Till smirked making me laugh. 

"Oh God," I muttered. 

"Honestly," My dad leaned back. "I don't like that my grandson's father has simulated anal sex with the keyboard-"

"Wait, wait. It's keyboarder."

"Who gives a fuck?!"

I looked at the table and saw that there were three empty beer bottles in front of my dad. I gasped and smirked as I realized how rude my dad could be when he was drunk. Johnny noticed what I was looking at and smirked at me. 

"Keyboarder," My dad rolled his eyes. "My son is going to grow up and-"

"YOUR SON?!" I gasped. "Hold up! He is not your son-he's our son!"

"LET ME FINISH MY GODDAMN SENTENCE!" My dad shrieked making me chuckle. "Your son is going to grow up and see that. What kind of a father is fine with that?!"

"Me," Till smiled. 

"Oh God," I muttered again. 

"Brenner wasn't born when I first performed that live, but my two daughters were. I was single at the time, so I had no wife to yell at me, but still. When they got older-and they knew what anal sex was-I showed them the video before anyone else at their school would tell them about it."

"IDIOT! THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE! YOU'RE A FUCKING IDIOT! SERVES YOU RIGHT FOR GETTING FUCKING ARRESTED!"

"Patricia, go to your room, Sweetie," Sylvia said. 

"Okay!" She ran back to her room. 

"I hope she didn't hear that conversation," I chortled. 

"You're being a dick!" My mom yelled at my dad. 

"Look at what you started," I teased Till. 

Till rolled his eyes. "What was the point in yelling at me?"

"Just to tell you not to do it anymore," My dad sneered. 

"I haven't done it in a while, but I will still continue to do it if I want to."

"You say that now..."

"Dad," I glared at him. "He's almost forty."

"So what?"

"So what?!"

"Let's not talk about this anymore," My mom suggested. 

We talked about a bunch of random things, and then ate dinner. 

"This is good," Patricia yelled. 

"No one made it," Johnny told her. "It's from a restaurant."

"You have a good birthday, Dad?" I asked. 

"Yes," He nodded his head. "I'm glad I got to spend it all with you motherfuckers."

"Dad!" Johnny covered Patricia's ears. 

I chuckled and hugged Till. "I love you."

"I love you too," He kissed me. 

"I'm glad to see your hair grew back," My mom smirked. 

"Yeah, it's all nice and fluffy now," He ran his fingers through his hair. 

"Why did you make yourself bald?"

"I don't know-I just kind of felt like it."

"I was telling Sylvia how I should go bald," Johnny smoothed his hair. 

"I told him no," Sylvia took a sip of her drink. 

"Why not?"

"You would look weird with it."

"No I wouldn't."

"Fine, do it, Johnny. But don't be surprised if I don't talk to you anymore."

I gasped. "You heard it, Johnny."

"Shut up, Rilla," He stick his tongue out. 

I chuckled and we ate the rest of our dinner while having conversations.