Hate Me Harder [BxB] ✔️ [NOT EDITED]

(45) Hate the hate for him

Ahhhh! I'm so excited! You have to tell me how it is.

EDIT: Alright so, I've had enough of reading the comments where people comment on the ending that was there for this book. I mean, come on, I did say that it's a fiction. PEOPLE STOP COMPARING REALITY WITH IT!

But, thank you for the readers to understood that, or those who didn't care anyways and forgot that a story like this exists a few hours later.

But, but, I feel bad for those people who're taking everything to their heart, so, finally... I've changed the ending for this.

Enjoy.

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Ten years later

"CANNON BOMB!!!"

Screeching like a teenage boy, I spun away from the little monster that was trying to kill herself. The cookies on the tray I had made danced, and I blow in and out from stress, as if that was going to stop them from falling.

They didn't drop because of my amazing skills.

The next monster ran from the house back door, following the little one behind, laughing like as if he's the five year old.

"Catch me if you can!" And there he went, drowning into the pool, hopefully disappearing from my life forever.

Who was I kidding? I loved him too much to think that.

They both came back out, one with the floaty because I wasn't allowing shit like 'cannon bombs' happening without one. I swear I'm the sane one of the family. Would I have expected it ten years ago? No, definitely not.

If there was going to be a chance that I get a child, it was going be the child and I as the partners in crime. But, what did my life turn into?

There swam the idiot and his child, leaving all the work to me.

"Alan, Alan! Look, look, look!"

I spun back to face the pool, my angry face out, one hand on my hip. If only Katie was here to see. She would die on spot from laughing too hard. "What did you just call me?"

The little monster giggled. "Alan!" She sounded unsure, which meant that she was a little hesitant to talk back. Good.

"You know what May, I'm not going to talk to you until you start treating me as I should be treated. I'm not doing any of your laundry, I'm not cleaning your room, I'm not fixing you up for fun school and I'm definitely not going to kiss you goodnight." With that, I did a little sass flick with my mouth and walked away, planning to place the cookies away for the trip.

"W-wait!" It sounded like she was struggling, but she wasn't sad or scared. She was giggling the whole way and soon, I heard more splashes and tiny feet padding fast on the concrete. "Wait, daddy!"

Dropping the tray on the table near me, I squat down right in front of her. "What have I said about running with wet feet or anywhere near water?"

The little figure in front of me giggled again, guiding her pointy finger to her mouth to play with her teeth. I pulled it out. "Not to do it."