We won. Andy divorced Kylie almost as soon as he left the room after talking to his daughters. She tried to get out of it with half his money but since Andy got full custody of the girls and they both threatened to go to social services on her, she kept quiet and received nothing and in return became nothing in the girls' lives.
Julie lived for about another month after the divorce officially went through, enough time for her to help pick out key details for mine and Andy's wedding (including the dress) before she passed away. She collapsed one morning and went into cardiac-arrest. It was devastating to the point I thought I might lose Andy. He felt like a failure as he tried desperately to perform CPR. In surgery they tried open heart massage which is when I passed out. Andy nearly followed.
After that, he took a tailspin into depression and refused to eat very much for months. The funeral hit him the hardest. It was a beautiful humanist ceremony in which we all spoke about a memory of her. I had to steady Andy when he spoke. He shook so violently. It's wasn't until about a month before the wedding, about five months later, when he started talking again. Music to my ears.
The wedding was a small reception. Mostly Andy's friends as well as Kirk and Gemma. As I walked down the isle, I couldn't help but think how weird it was. I was going to be Gemma's step-mother but if she married Kirk that would make her my sister-in-law, making her the sister and the aunt of my children. Talk about a weird family tree!
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"Sam are you sure you are ok?" Andy asked.
"I am perfectly capable of painting a wall!" I replied.
"You know that I don't mind doing it!" He laughed.
"I'm fine," I said, while dropping the brush and so getting blue paint on myself.
Andy laughed, "Baby! You are three weeks away from birth and decorating a bedroom! Are you trying to make my masculinity obsolete?"
I laughed, "I'm sorry daddy!"
I kissed him. He touched my pregnant stomach and felt their movement under the skin. I was not looking forward to pushing our three kids in three weeks, but I was looking forward to learning what gender our little bundles of joy were. I kissed Andy again.
"You better be sorry," he murmured.
"You're bad daddy!" I replied.
"I know! I'm such a naughty daddy," Andy whispered, "Just wait til those babies are out of you and I'll show you how naughty I am."
"Dad! We are only next door!" Gemma shouted.
"And these walls aren't thick Dr Pervet!" Came Kirk's voice.
"Yeah and my daughter is the same age detective Dumbass," Andy shouted back.
Even after months, my brother and my husband still weren't getting alone. I knew it was hard for Kirk to accept that I was married and pregnant with his girlfriend's father, but it was also hard for Andy to accept that his daughter was dating my brother who was ten years older.
"Don't make me come in there Kirk!" I shouted.
"Sorry mum," Gemma replied.
I rolled my eyes and waddled into the next room. This was painted a warm green with different cartoon animals around the room. This room was going to be the playroom whereas the larger one we were painting was going to be the bedroom. Kirk and Gemma were finishing up on the animals, while being covered in paint. I popped my hip to the side and stared at them.
"What was that Gemma?" I asked.
"I'm sorry mum," Gemma replied, "Or do you prefer mother .... I guess mummy is too kinky!"

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My Best Friend's Sexy Bachelor Of A Dad (Mature Content) (Complete)
RomanceSamantha and Gemma have been inseparable since they met at the age of three years old. They tell each other everything.....well.....almost everything. Andy Woodbridge is Gemma's father. A recently divorced father. Who Sam has the hots for. Who she h...