Trying Not To Love You

Part Fifty Six

Chapter Fifty Six

“So you don’t hate me?” Martha asked, watching the three children play some game that looked like snap with the football cards she had no idea Ethan had secreted in his pocket.

Paul shook his head, “I feel anger at him, for putting you through all this.”

She laughed, “I didn’t have to have him, I could have aborted him. My life would have been easier, but there was something about him that I couldn’t give up on. I should have told Scott really.”

Paul blew out a large breath of air, “really? You think that would have worked? He was a control freak mate; there was no way anyone was telling him how things were.” He sighed, “there’s hardly going to be a big send off at his funeral.”

Martha sighed, “and that’s sad.”

He shook his head, “you reap what you sow, and for years he’s terrified people. This seems like karma, and the good thing is it’s freed you and Ethan, every cloud has a silver lining.”

                “You’re full of the metaphors tonight!”

He grinned, “I’m just really glad to see you, as you are and to meet Ethan. You look happy.”

She nodded, “I am happy.”

                “And Sonny Carter is part of that?” The smile that accompanied her nod spoke volumes, “he’s an ok bloke.”

Sighing Martha drained her coffee, “you’re the only one who thinks so. Seems no one else appreciates him...”

He tilted his head in question and she murmured, “my Dad doesn’t approve.”

That surprised him, she could tell because frankly Carl Sullivan was such an easygoing guy.

                “That’s shit.”

Nodding, she looked across to Ethan who was sat with Paul’s two children still playing snap whopping when they won a hand. “Another legacy of Scott Oldbury.”

Sonny wasn’t expecting to walk headlong into a cat fight, but that’s what had happened, though one of the participants was in her seventies, the other in her sixties.

                “What the hell is going on?”

They both looked around at him guiltily, “Sonny...” Lucy offered. But he could see she was struggling to find an answer for him. “We...”

He looked at Stephanie and she had a smug look on her face, “you got anything to say?” Both remained silent. “Ethan and Martha could have walked in, you are the two women who love them, they don’t need to see bitchy fighting. What the hell is wrong with you?”

Lucy turned away, “it was a disagreement, it just got out of hand. Sorry Stephanie.”

Stephanie merely nodded in acceptance then flounced into the adjacent lounge. He however remained, watching Lucy intently. Eventually she looked up.

                “What?”

                “What happened? This isn’t you.”

She sighed, “she’s so bloody cocky. I’ve always hated her.”

This was a bottle of wine and a take away curry kind of story, he’d get to that when the time was right, instead he had to deal with the godmother, someone else who hated him on sight.