Fifty Shades Of Interracial Love 3

9.) Happy and Grateful

Destiny's POV

I sat outside in the garden, wiping the falling tears from my eyes, as I cursed myself for how I've been acting over the past week. I know the move to California was hard on Christian, and believe me...it was hard on me too; but I did what I had to do for the safety of myself and our children. If Jack can snatch a grown ass woman in broad daylight, and try to extort millions of dollars from us in exchange for her safety, there's no telling what he would do if he got his hands on one or both of my babies; and I wasn't sticking around to find out.

"Mind if I join you?" My dad asked, as I quickly wiped my face.

"Sure." I said. He took a seat next to me, handing me a napkin, as I dabbed my eyes.

"I remember how much you used to love coming out here to get your hands dirty when you were little. It was the only thing you looked forward to doing on Saturday mornings, with your mom and sisters."

"I know right. I still look forward to it, if I'm being honest, but now I do it with my kids instead. I take them outside on Saturday mornings and we tend to our own little garden, which they love, and it's something I look forward to doing every weekend." There was a long pause, which told me that my dad didn't really want to go down memory lane, but to probably find out why I was sitting outside and crying. "If you have something to say or ask, dad, just say it or ask it."

"Alright fine. You've been moping around here for a week, crying and acting angry with everyone, when you should be happy and grateful." He began, making me scoff.

"Happy and grateful? For what?" I questioned, restraining myself from rolling my eyes. My dad didn't condone that eye rolling shit, just like Christian didn't, which is why I had to catch myself. 

"Happy and grateful that you're alive and that your kids are safe, happy, and healthy. Happy and grateful that Wes only suffered a gunshot wound to the shoulder, and is doing just fine. Happy and grateful that you have an entire family that loves you and will go to war for you, and that includes Christian's family as well. Now, I know you're angry at him and you feel like everything is his fault, but it's not. He didn't tell that woman, whoever she is, to come into your home and try to kill you. That was her choice and now she's dealing with the consequences."

"I've already told you and mom who she was. She's Christian's ex-business partner, and I know it's not his fault, but that's not why I'm mad at him. I'm mad because he lied to me, to my face, without even batting an eyelash. Married people lie, I know that, but dad...I lied to him once and it damn near costed me my marriage. Honestly, if it wasn't for Kyron and Kynlee...who knows what would've happened." That thought alone brought tears to my eyes, as I started to cry. 

"Marriage is hard, baby girl, but no marriage is perfect. Hell, your mother lies to me five out of the seven days of the week, but I still love her no matter what." He admitted, making me laugh a little.

"Mom does not lie to you! At least she doesn't lie about anything serious. Money wise, yeah she lies and I would too because you're frugal, but other than that...she's one hundred percent honest." I said, still laughing.

"That's what you think." He chuckled. "But the point I'm trying to make is, your husband made a mistake, and it's up to you if you want to forgive him or continue being mad at him." I sat there and crossed my arms, knowing that he was right. Christian did make a mistake and it wasn't fair to him for the way I've been acting.

"Yeah you're right. It's not his fault and I shouldn't hold a grudge towards him." I should be taking my anger out on Jack and Mrs. Robinson. I thought to myself.

"I'm glad I could help you see past your stubborn ways, but before you decide to pack up my grandkids and go back home to your husband...you should stay a few more days and use that time to rest and relax."

"I honestly didn't plan on leaving any time soon, because they still haven't caught Jack Hyde, but I do want to fly home and talk to Christian face to face. Would you and Mom be alright with watching the twins for a couple of days?" I asked.

"Of course, we'd love to." He beamed. "We'd never pass up an opportunity to spend time with our grandkids. Besides...your mom has been wanting to take all the grandkids to Disneyland, so this will be the perfect opportunity to do so."

"Awww, take lots of pictures! Christian and I said we'd take them on their third birthday, which we probably still will, but we'll have Aria and she won't be able to do anything since she'll still be a little baby."

"I don't condone taking my granddaughter out in the heat anyways, so I'll be sure to bring Selina along, so she can watch her while the rest of us enjoy a fun day at the parks."

"I guess that'll be fine, but we'll see when the time comes. In the meantime...I'm going to go eat and take a nap." I told him, as I stood up. "Oh, and Dad? Thanks for the talk. I really needed it." I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and hugged him from behind, kissing his cheek. I was actually feeling a lot better, but I won't feel a hundred percent until I talk to Christian again. Maybe I'll even surprise him by flying back to Seattle and setting up a romantic dinner, just the two of us, followed by some make-up sex in the new and improved red room. Hmm...that doesn't sound like a bad apology, if I do say so myself.