Do you know the size of the basketball team?'' Jennie questioned.
''Of course, I know, Sweetheart. I am a pro basketball player-''
''So, you planned to start a basketball team with our children? I am telling you, Lisa, if you teach shameless traits to my son, I will not sit and watch.''
''I am not a pervert like you.'' Lisa scoffed before adding. ''Forgot one more thing. If you make my daughter a shopaholic, I will spank your ass.'' He retorted with equal frequency.
''FYI, your daughter is my daughter,'' Jennie replied.
''FYI, your son is also my son.'' Lisa stubbornly responded.
Both fought like their usual times until they realized their mistake. Jennie instantly shut up, causing Lisa to chuckle. ''I can't believe we are fighting over our imaginary child.'' Jennie buried her face into Lisa's nape in embarrassment. ''Did you really promise a basketball team?''
''No, Sweetheart. Don't listen to your mom's words.'' Lisa chuckled. If he can breathe without getting tortured until their firstborn, he will think of the second. But right now, his only intention is to create a safe world before bringing the little one into this world. Eliminate the enemies is his priority.
''How do you want our children to look, Lisa?'' Jennie asked out of the blue.
''I want-''
''If it is a daughter, I want him to look like me.'' Jennie didnot give a chance for Lisa to speak. ''And if it is a son, he will obviously look-''
''Like me.'' Lisa completed for Jennie with a broad smile. ''Am I right, Sweetheart?''
''No. You don't outshine my features,'' Jennie denied as if it was a matter of fact. ''I want my son to turn into the most handsome kid. For that, he needs to inherit my genes.'' Jennie stressed
Lisa didnot mind Jennie's blandishments, for he knew of her fantasy world. He only prayed his son doesn't inherit Jennie's narcissism.
Speaking of children, Jennie remembered she hadn't informed Lisa about the unplanned conversation between her mom and mother-in-law. ''Lisa, if I tell you, my father is not Max, will you believe me?''
''I know you are not his daughter.''
''What!'' Jennie screamed at the top of her lungs. ''How do you know?''
''Are you trying to tear my eardrums?'' Lisa calmly asked, closing his ears.
''Sorry, Sorry.'' Jennie rubbed his ears before she came to the point again. ''How did you know that I am not Max's daughter?''
''Intuition.'' Replied Lisa in a one-word answer.
''I thought you knew my father.'' With a bitter expression, Jennie continued. ''I listened to the conversation that happened between mom and aunt Eve,'' Jennie explained the exchanges that happened in the bedroom between Evelyn, and Heather, including her Francy's monkey business on the cruise ship.
Since Lisa was young, he knows Francis. Growing up, he understood that France didnot marry because he has someone in his heart. It was no a surprise to Lisa when Jennie informed Francis's love is his mother-in-law because Lisa recently felt the air when the two are around.
He now has a hunch that Jennie is France's daughter because an apple doesn't fall from a tree. France might have raised Jennie, but genes don't lie. He will keep quiet because he is not sure of it. ''So, now you have taken the job of uniting them?''
''Yep.'' Like a nodding goat, Jennie bobbed her head up and down. ''I thought my Francy is a virgin but didnot think he already lost his maiden tag. I wonder who could it be?''
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The Devil's Sweetheart
Fanfiction"It's always been you and for the rest of my life, it will be you. Till my last breath, I will guard you with my life for eternity. I promise." A near-death experience made her fall into pits of despair. Her story should have ended by then, but did...
