We stayed in California for a few days, then flew back to New York. When we get back, we put our clothes and everything else we bought back in their designated locations.
"Hey (Y/N)?"
"Ivana, honey, call me mom." She smirked before rewording what she said.
"Hey mom? Can we stop by my house so I can pick up my stuff?"
"Sure."
I would need to get her father to sign the adoption papers anyways. We started to drive when I made small talk.
"So, what were you doing in Brighton when we first saw you?"
"Well, an internet friend of mine wanted me to visit her and bought me a ticket so we could hang out. And I was a little wary at first, but we skyped beforehand to make sure we were who we said we were. I hung out with her for a week and went to get on the flight to New York that we first met on."
"Oh, I get it." I pulled up in front of a house that was practically falling apart. Paint peeling, wood chipped, and it wasn't hard to see it was aged.
"Is this is?" I ask, hopeful I got the wrong house.
"Yup, home sweet home." She said sarcastically. I ignored the comment and knocked on the door. I heard footsteps nearing as the door opened. Her father was standing there, he had short brown hair that was ruffled everywhere, brown hateful eyes, and towered over me.
"Who the fuck are you? Why are you here?" He asked angrily. It wasn't hard to tell he was drunk out of his mind.
"Are you Mr. Pitino?"
"That depends, whose asking?"
"I'm (Y/N), (Y/N) Kjellberg, we talked on the phone about your daughter."
"Oh." His whole demeanor changed. "Come in, come in. You wanna drink?"
"No, I'm not a drinker, but thanks anyways."
Ivana ran upstairs to grab her stuff.
"So I-" I started only to be cut off.
"Are you a Mrs. Kjellberg, or Ms. Kjellberg? Cuz you're hot enough to be a Mrs. Pitino" He asked adding an eyebrow wiggle.
"First off, I am married, second off, I need you to sign some adoption papers for me." I handed him a large stack of papers.
"Anything for you babe."
I scoffed while he signed the papers, making the usual flirtatious comment here and there.
"Done sexy." He attempted to touch my thigh. I slapped his hand and grabbed the papers. I went upstairs to help Ivana finish packing. After about 10 minutes, the packing was done and we drove back to the house.
"Welcome home Ivana."
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