An Imperfect Love Story - Book 8

Dinner Talks

LENA POV

I had just about everything ready for the dinner I made for Denni and me because well, we needed to talk, and I'd be lying if I didn't say my stomach was in knots over it. Yesterday the pussy fight between her and Stef was just...it wasn't good, and I had been furious with both of them. Furious to no end, and I had not spoken to her since.

When I got home earlier, I had showered and painted for a couple of hours, trying to process all of my feelings and emotions from the last few days. They had been jam packed full of them, and I wasn't sure what the hell to even feel. It had helped like usual, and as soon as I had calmed down, I had started dinner for Denni after calling her at her office.

Yes, I felt badly for not calling her last night, but I was just far too angry...because the last thing I needed after hearing about those letters and dealing with Corey's court case the following day was for them to go at it. In the end I understood why Stef didn't want Denni there for that letter was, well, it hurt in many places and said things that I wasn't sure I wanted anyone to hear even if they were a lie or not.

But Denni was my girlfriend, and we needed to talk, and I didn't want her to feel as if I didn't care about her. I had seen the hurt on her face when she left yesterday, and I knew I had hurt her in some way. Setting the two wine glasses down, I hear my doorbell as I set the bottle of wine down and walk towards my front door.

Opening it, I see Denni, and she is so beautiful. She really is as she softly smiles at me, and I grab her hand pulling her closer to me as I plant a soft kiss on her lips. "I'm sorry, Denni," I whisper as I search her eyes. "I was just...I was upset and..."

"I know. Let's talk, sweetheart." She smiles walking in as I close the door behind me.

"I made salmon, some potatoes and a salad." I nervously ramble walking to my kitchen as I feel her follow close behind me. "Would you like some wine?"

I turn around as she is right there, and I look into her soft eyes. "I should have called you last night. When I get upset like that, I need to think. And I couldn't with you and Stef going at it. I spoke to her, and I told her she cannot insult you like that. That you are my girlfriend, but Denni, you can't insult her either. Stef and I are...we work hard to be co-parents."

"I understand that you work at that, and that it's very much a team effort, Lena. However, my intentions weren't to insult Stef. My intentions were to show support for my girlfriend because I did not feel she was hearing you. And, I can't sit back and simply let that happen to a woman that means such a great deal to me. I cannot let you get bulldozed."

"I mean I...I didn't feel I was getting bulldozed by her. It's just...she's very passionate and overprotective."

"Towards you."

"Well, towards our family. Not just me." I say as she continues to look deeply into my eyes, and I'm not sure what she is thinking for I see no smile, nothing.

"We are friends for the kids, Denni. It's...it's better than the warring and arguing and yelling we used to do."

"I understand that. Lena, I will be frank, okay? I don't beat around the bush as time is too precious, yours and mine. You mean a great deal to me, my darling, and even if I have not met all of your children yet, I think they will mean a great deal to me as well. If we go that route."

"What do you mean?" I ask as we continue to stand in my kitchen and my heart all but races.

"You asked me, my darling, to be your girlfriend not too long again. Correct?" She asks grabbing my hand as I nod while her face remains serious, and if I'm honest it slightly unnerves me. "I am not angry, not by any means, but I need some clarification."