Drake
"Nephew of Alexander Goth, supermodel and SimTube star Michael Taylor visited Eden courthouse this morning for a custody hearing for his son, a sixteen-month-old boy his ex kept from his knowledge until recently.
"Although Mr. Taylor himself denied comment, we did hear from his aunt."
I watch as reporters fire more questions at my beloved. They even go as far as to bring back up my father's reappearance. Seeing her on screen rips my heart anew. She looks content. She's even gained back some of the weight she'd lost. She is fully under my father's influence and convinced she's happy about it.
Even now, I ache for the future I lost, but any plan I could hope to come up with doesn't lead to the ending I desire when I consider the most-likely outcomes. However, the subject of the news report has changed my focus.
That's not right. He shouldn't have children. He's not supposed to have children. I went to great lengths to prevent that from happening, and I wanted him to live with the heartache of that fact. I'd even started working on preventing any possible adoptions from going through.
Sixteen months plus nine months. The child was conceived while I'd sat rotting in a cell.
Everything I did was all for naught. He'd already HAD a child when I chopped his member off! So now, HE has a child when MY child with Emily died.
While I sit here twiddling my thumbs, his dreams are coming true. Judging from the footage I saw, he even still has his faggot cop boyfriend.
It's like I stole nothing from him at all. He's happy, but he OWES ME!
Now THAT is a plan that will work.
Darrin
Mike walks in behind me while I work off frustration from this morning's court battle. It was kind of like an informal meeting to see if it needed to go to trial. Suffice to say... it does.
"Hey," I tell him since he knows I can see him in the reflection in the glass of the window.
This morning was hard on him, too. As soon as we got home, he went and took a hot bath. It's difficult for him to have to deal with Ivy after everything she did to hurt him.
But that's not the reason I'm stressed out.
Ivy wants him back.
"Everything okay?" I ask him.
He chuckles. "Yeah, I was going to ask you the same thing."
F—k, I love him. I never should've let Ivy get close to him, but if that hadn't have happened, we wouldn't have little Brent, and the kiddo already has secured a place in my heart.
"Sure, I'm fine. As much as can be expected anyway."
"So what you're saying is you're not."
I sigh, not in the least bit miffed that he saw right through me, and I turn the treadmill down and off before dismounting.
He continues, "I mean, I know I'm not completely okay, so I'm pretty sure you're not either. And we didn't say much on the ride back over here."
He's right, of course. That battle today was brutal in every sense of the word. Ivy and her scum of a lawyer actually had the gall to infer that Mike and I would be bad parents because we're a male couple. Granted, the judge immediately shot that down, and it probably had the opposite effect they were hoping for. But for me personally, the damage was done.
I mean really. Who am I but Brent's daddy's lover on the side? I'm the man keeping his parents from being together. It's not that Ivy doesn't want Mike to have custody; it's that she doesn't want me to have custody with him. She wants me out of the picture, and a part of me hates myself for demanding I stay in it.
He watches me shrewdly. "You know I want you as part of this, right? We're getting married. You're going to be his step-dad, and as far as I'm concerned, more than that."
I can hide my thoughts from every other person in the world except for Michael Taylor.
He continues, "I saw the way you reacted to that as-wipe of a lawyer's statement."
"He was only saying what Ivy was paying him to say."
"And Ivy wanted him to say that to unnerve you. You intimidate her."
I can't help but chuckle with that knowledge. How nice. I intimidate the b*tch. Good. "I get the feeling she'll do anything to get me out of the picture."
"I know that," he replies, almost stone-faced. "And I came up with an idea in the bath that should shock her into submission. But I don't think you're going to like it."
"Oh yeah?"
"Just promise you'll hear me out before making a decision."
"Uh oh."
He gets a wicked grin. "She's even mentioned it, though it won't work out like she'd wanted."
"What?"
"She moves in with us."
"No," I say immediately. No way in hell. This is my home. This is my sanctuary.
"You said you'd hear me out."
"No I technically didn't."
I keep going. "She would use that, Michael. She's insane."
"But Brent would have more stability. This way, we could all three be his parents. All the time."
"Sure, it sounds good on paper, but... But she looks at you like..." I don't really want to tell him what I've noticed. It certainly was staring me in the face.
Typical Mike. He knows. "You know I love you, right?" He kisses my cheek, making my insides melt. "You know you're the one I want. It's always been you."
I whine. "Miiiike." Then I laugh in spite of myself. Dammit. "This has to be the craziest idea I've ever heard of. Honestly, don't you think she would've felt the same way if the situation were reversed?"
"Hmmm. Yeah, but she would definitely have something to worry about." His blessed hands start traveling. That does give me an idea, though.
"But don't forget how I've heard all about how much you used to like to f--k her."
He chuckles. "Well, she was nice to f--k, but that's not even a problem to worry about anymore." He implies that I still haven't been able to get him to finish. Although right now, I'm dying to give it another go. "Dammit, Michael." I don't hold back as I hungrily attack any bit of him I can.
Over the next few days, Mike doesn't give up, and I finally decide we should talk to Ivy about it.
"Puppy!" Brent declares happily once Ivy has walked in. I'd heard her knocking and hollered that she could just come in. Mike is still upstairs taking a shower.
"Okay, Brent. There's the puppy. You can go play," she tells him, and I check out her ass as she bends down to put him on the floor. Damn.
This isn't to say I'd never checked her out before. I wanted to know what all the fuss Mike went through was for. Her being gorgeous only made her more threatening, which made me go crazier, which made me eventually treat Mike like sh*t because I couldn't let him go. Well, he's mine again, and I'm not letting him go, but I have to admit he has excellent taste.
She looks at me like I'm dirt under her fingernails. "Hi."
I put on my 'f--k you' smile I reserve especially for her. "Hello again, Ivy."
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A/N: I swear Mike must be the cleanest sim ever with the frequency of his bathing in all this. LOL. That's his go-to de-stresser (man loves his bubble baths), but in editing the past few chapters, I couldn't help but notice the trend. :)
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