I'm In love with my teacher~Wenclair.

~Thirty-one~

Wednesday's POV:

"Whatever," I mumbled, as I felt heat rise to my face.

"Don't be flustered love, we're both kinky." she joked.

"I'm aware," I answered, my eyes still glued to the road. 
If I look over at her, I might not be able to look away...

"Do you think my parents want to meet Evelyn, or if they ever think about us?" Enid asked out of the blue, as she turned to look out of the window. 

"Your father might, He seems to still care for you. Although your mother seems to have never cared," I answered, now finally looking at her.

"Should I... Call him? I could invite him to her third birthday, or just to come and visit."

"If you wish love." 

"Can I call now? I want you to be with me when I do, and this just seems like the perfect moment."

"Mhm," I hummed, silently cursing myself. 
She grabbed her phone from the cupholder, and opened it to her fathers contact. 

"Here's goes nothing," The line started to ring, before a deep voice started speaking.

"E-enid?" I glanced over at her, noticing the tears that are welling in her eyes.

"Dad?" she answered, before wiping under her nose with the back of her hand. 

"Is everything okay?" He asked, as his voice slightly wavered. She must be listening. 

"Yeah, uhm. I actually just wanted to ask if you wanted to meet your granddaughter." She said, with a nervous giggle. 
My eyes are still trained to the road, as I'm preparing myself for her mother to join into this conversation. 

"My... my granddaughter?"

"How is that possible," and there the bitch is. 

"Oh, mom is there." Enid mumbled, as she leaned back into her seat. 

"You never answered my question." 

"Good thing I wasn't talking to you." 

"So your back on speaking terms with your father, but not with me?"

"Yup," I love Enid.

"Well I want to meet her as well, and whoever you created her with." Oh? So she thinks me and Enid broke up... Interesting.

"You've already met who I 'made' her with." 

"Is it that Ajax boy you told us about when you were in school?"

"No Ester, it's my fucking wife. Who else would it be?" Enid answered, before looking over at me. 

"Well then you can take us off your list of guests, because I'm not having a anything to do with a child created by unnatural science." I huffed, while reaching over to grab the phone from Enid. 

"I'm not sure if your mutt of a self noticed, but Enid wasn't talking to you. She was talking to her father, we really don't care what your opinion on the situation is." 

"Fine then, But I'm sure his answer will be just the same as mine." 

"Actually..." Her father started to speak, "I would love to meet her, whens her birthday?"

"December 20th, I'll send you our address."

"Thank you for calling Enid, please do call more. I've really missed you." 

"Of course! I missed you too dad." Enid answered, a smile reappearing on her face. 

"I should go now, your brothers are ruff housing downstairs."

"Okay, tell them I said hi. Bye dad." 

"Bye Honey." finally, back to our peace and quiet. 

"I would say that went... well." she said, before turning around to check on Evie. 

"If that's your definition of well, I would like to see what you think is bad." I muttered, while shifting in my seat.

"Are you sure you don't want me to drive?" She asked, completely ignoring my statement. 

"I'm sure, I would rather be uncomfortable then have to sit through your driving." 

"Wow," She sarcastically said, as she slouched in her seat. 

"Sorry love, but you and I both know you are incapable of driving."

"That's because you never even let me try." she protested, while pushing out her bottom lip. 

"There's no need for you to drive when I drive you everywhere, and in the event that you ever do need to drive you will most likely be by yourself, so I won't have to deal with your bad driving." she nodded, before turning back to her phone. Probably making another post on Instagram, or writing on her blog. 
At this point I don't even bother to ask anymore. 

"How much longer do we have left?" Enid asked, her eyes still glued to her phone. 
I swear she's worse than the kid sometimes. 

"An hour, Why?" I swear if she has to use the bathroom I'm going to strangle her. Meteorically. 

"Can we stop in a bit? I have to use the bathroom." Called it.

"I'll stop at the next rest area." I muttered.

"Thanks."