Why Am I Saving Prince Charming

Why Am I Saving Prince Charming? Part 18

Why Am I Saving Prince Charming? Part Eighteen

Previously:

Harriet gave me a light kiss then looked at me with serious eyes, "You should talk to her."

"She has had eighteen years to talk to me; why should I talk to her!" I gave Harriet a glare for even suggesting it.

"Maybe she doesn't know" Harriet squeezed my hand

"It doesn't matter; soon I will be rid of the constant reminder of her and her family. A whole forty-two hours away to separate us." I took a big bite of my sandwich

to keep myself from saying anything else on the matter

Harriet sighed then offhandedly reminded me that Jeremiah was moving away to who knows where as well.

Swallowing the mouthful I replied darkly, "good, less likely for me to run into her ever again then."

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David's Pov:

Charlie ran up to me, jumping up and down, "Mommy's home!" Mommy's home!"

I grinned at him, his excitement spreading...

"Alright Charlie," I scooped him up and twirled him in a circle, "let's go see how Miah's day went."

Charlie giggled.

We went to the living room, knowing that Miah would be setting her backpack in there like usual.

I rounded the corner and stepped into the living room, the greeting on my lips was suddenly swallowed by shock.

I looked onto a scene that I thought never to come upon...Miah was on top of Chris, her face red and panting while Chris made a grunting noise.

I quickly covered Charlie's eyes holding him tightly against me.

I cleared my throat, LOUDLY then watched as Miah scrambled off of Chris, her face was pale and sweaty.

Now, I knew my daughter and knew she wouldn't jump Chris in a fit of passion while knowing that Charlie and I would be near...I shuddered slightly. So I figured

that there would be a VERY good explanation for why I found them in such a position...I shuddered again...

Miah was the first to speak, Chris seemed in too much shock.

"Hi dad, umm...I guess you are wondering why Chris is lying on the couch." Miah gave a nervous laugh

"Yeah, among other questions that I have, that is one of them." I gave her a look

Miah began to look nervous, "Yeah... I'm sure you do. Well you see... I had a slight disagreement with Chris which ended in some slight... injury... on his part..."

Miah looked up at me then seeing my face, quickly continued, "We talked it over and I've...decided to not be angry anymore at what he said to a certain

PERSON... but he is still very bruised , so I had to help him to the couch. Of course with my balance and coordination, I tripped... causing him a bit more pain...

which is when you walked in." Miah blushed from her hairline to her neck with embarrassment.

"I see..." I said slowly, realizing that who the "certain person" must be, I could quickly see how Chris had been injured by probably only talking to the guy. I

sighed, at least Miah will not be anywhere near Troy when she moved in with Chris. I did think about him from time to time...

Charlie choose that moment to pull at my hand which I had forgotten was plastered over his eyes...