Days In (Parrish&Darius #2)

Day 13

Saturday came by faster than what I would've liked. Kody was restless all day, trying on different clothes and packing different drawings on his backpack to show Parrish. I liked seeing him happy but I was dreading speaking with Parrish again. Kody wanted to get there an hour earlier but I set my foot down and we got to the park exactly at five.

During the whole drive I was praying that Parrish decided to run away like the coward he is, and didn't show up. I knew that would break Kody's heart but he'll get over it. He still has me after all. Despite all my wishes that Parrish wouldn't show, there he was. Sitting on the bench, looking majestic with his dumb perfect curly hair, and his stupid cute face.

Maybe the gods are punishing me for being so selfish.

Kody didn't see him yet, so I took my time to stare at him. Not because he looked cute, I was just judging how he dressed to see his child after two years. Yes, judging him as he fidgeted with a small bouquet of flowers.

Are those flowers for me? He brought me flowers?

The bouquet was small but I recognized all the flowers in it. Lily of the valley, serving as the background for a couple of carnations surrounded by daffodils. I knew enough about flowers to know that it was an apology bouquet. It was a weird arrangement though, like he just picked a bunch of apology flowers and threw them all together.

Oh, shut up. He got me flowers, and he's sorry. Let's bang him, even better, let him bang us already.

"Papa!" Kody finally saw him and sprinted in his direction.

Parrish stood up to receive a running Kody into his arms. He picked him up and twirled him around. I got there just in time to hear him whisper, "hey, midget, you're so big, what have you been eating?"

There was an edge on his voice when he said that. Kody just giggled. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. It all was so melodramatic. I was sick of it.

They missed each other. Don't be a bitch about it.

I was, in fact, going to be an absolute bitch about it.

Parrish put Kody down and smiled at me, "hey you."

"I don't want your flowers."

Speak for yourself, I want my flowers.

He raised an amused eyebrow at me. "That's good because they're not for you," he looked down at Kody and handed him the flowers, "here you go, midget, papa brought you flowers."

See? Now I'm not getting any because of you.

I do not want his stupid flowers.

"Thank you? They smell nice." Kody took them but he clearly didn't know what to do with them, he still was polite about it because I raised him like that. Me, not Parrish, who wasn't even here while Kody grew up. "I have something for you too!"

I had to sit down so Kody could rummage through his bag. The one that threw at me just to leap into Parrish's arms, the little traitor. Kody got a bunch of papers out of his bag, most were crumpled, but the drawing in them was very clear. They were drawings of Parrish, among other things, but mainly Parrish.

Parrish took each of them and commented on the little details, complimenting Kody who sat on his lap. They looked so happy, the conversation was filled with laughter and happy smells all over. But I felt de-attached to it. I couldn't connect with Parrish so easily as Kody.

Kids are better at forgiving.

I zoned out for most of the time there. Being so close to Parrish made me feel like I was going to make the mistake of letting him in again. Hearing him talk so fondly was making my dick get funny ideas. Which is why I was grateful that Parrish took Kody to the swings and played with him there, away from me.