"HELLO!! UNCLE we need more flour!" Frankie says as she goes over the list of supplies as Callie prepares a place to roll out the dough for the cinnamon rolls.
Callie still enjoyed working at the bakery with her siblings but she was itching to go out and shoot more photography considering she was approaching her senior year of high school and she was working on her portfolio. Mike had even enrolled her in some classes to help her and the girl was really throwing herself into it also partly because it kept her from feeling so damn sad about her moms splitting up last year and having another set of divorced parents.
It wasn't like Callie had not seen it coming for even if she was very little when Mike and Stef split she knew the signs. And they had all been there no matter how hard she tried not to see it or believe it. One thing was certain was both her mom and Lena seemed to do better as co-parents much like Mike and Stef. But in her mind she knew her mom very well and she could sense at times she was very lonely and sad no matter how hard she tried to convince her she wasn't.
Mocha she knew was sad too but it was different. She seemed much less stressed and not so anxious anymore and in Callie's mind it was probably better her moms were split even if she missed them together terribly and the famly they
"Alright, Miss, then put that on the list! No need to be so bossy!" Julius retorts as Frankie whirls around.
"I'm not! I'm just telling you what we are missing!" Frankie snaps as Julius ties his apron staring at the young girl.
"Missy, your tone is still terrible. I thought you were getting better. Seems to me you're forgetting that I'm your elder?"
"It is but I'm sick of moving around every week! The back and forth makes me nuts!" Frankie admits as she sighs and scribbles down that they needed more flour.
"Y'all get use to it, little sis. Plus think about it this way you have two rooms and two of everything." Callie says trying to make her feel better as Frankie rolls her eyes and lets out a heavy sigh before shoving the pencil behind her ear and opening the next drawer as she did inventory.
"It's not cool. It sucks ass. The entire thing blows! I get you're used to it, Cals, but now you have 3 homes! THREE!"
"Well isn't it better than your Mamas being at each others throats all the time?" Julius chimes in as he knew the kids were all having their moments at times and even he himself hated it.
He hated how Stef and Lena had split for in his mind they were supposed to be together forever and soul mates, and he knew Ryan was watching and was upset too. It just didn't make sense to him how their marriage had gotten so damn bad and he knew from Alana that they had NOT even tried at the retreat. Sure he yelled at both of them when they told him and Stef nearly bit his head off ONCE again.
FLASHBACK
"ENDING YOUR MARRIAGE!!!!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN???????? WHAT!!" The man screeches as he is standing in their living room not believing his ears even if Alana had called to warn him that they left and gave no reason as to why, he still didn't believe it as the kids were in school and they had not broken the news to them yet.
"YOU WERE YOU WERE GETTING ALONG!! I DON'T UNDERSTAND!!!!!!"
"We weren't, Julius." Lena says. "And please, we're all here in the same room. No reason to yell!"
"WHAT ELSE AM I SUPPOSED TO DO? WHAT ELSE??????? YOU LEAVE ME HIGH AND DRY AFTER I PAY FOR A RETREAT YOU DIDN'T EVEN PARTICIPATE IN!!!!!!" He screams even louder as Stef steps forward now, angrier than ever.
"Hey, you listen here! I don't know what you think you would accomplish having your little spy up our asses, but I don't much care for it, you got me? Lena asked you to keep it down, so keep it down! AND as I recall neither of us asked for this retreat!"
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An Imperfect Love Story - Book 8
FanfictionThis is what some would call an "imperfect love story." In the previous book of this series called, Sweet Family of War, Stef and Lena ended their very toxic marriage which was not only affecting them but their four childen whom they both despera...