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“Thank you,” he said between kisses. “Thank you for staying with me through everything.”
“James, let me–”
“No. This is me thanking you,” he said and resumed kissing me. His tongue circled my cl*t, and I arched my back.
I just couldn’t argue with him. I wanted him to finish as well, but I couldn’t fight this pleasure.
“You are the most delicious, amazing person that I’ve ever had the honor of f*cking,” he said, sliding a third finger inside of me. “And the only one I’ll ever f*ck again.”
I was lost in ecstasy, and I almost yelled with his other hand grabbing my ass, squeezing it hard.
I came a second time while James devoured me. He wasn’t going to stop unless I told him to, so I gently pushed his face away.
“I want your d*ck in my mouth, James. Now.”
“I said I wanted–”
Crying came from the baby monitor placed on the nightstand. My head immediately turned to it, and I saw Layla picking up Dahlia.
“I guess it’s time for us to get up,” James said, giving me a peck on the lips and heading to the bathroom.
I sighed and sat up, unable to shake the weight of all our burdens. I’d heard most of the conversations. The first one had to be Tony, and from the way he spoke during the second one, I surmised it had to be Sophia.
There wasn’t much I could do to help him on that front, but the important thing was that we would see it through together. We just had to take each battle at a time.
At that moment, we were going to have breakfast as a family, watching the sun rise into the sky. And we would play with our kids and see that they ate and felt loved.
Then we’d get back in the ring.
Because I was NEVER going to lose James, Alessandro, or Dahlia, even if keeping us together was the last thing I did.
Becca.
The trial resumed too soon.
It was all I could do not to reach behind me and pluck Alessandro from Layla so I could hold him in my lap. I was terrified this was one of the few opportunities I’d ever have to hold him again.
“Bruce, good to see you today,” Judge Hopper said to Chad’s lawyer as soon as he took the bench.
Kensington’s smile was oily. “Judge, has it really been a whole weekend?”
“It has! Though do tell your mother her roast is delicious,” Judge Hopper grinned.
“Of course I will, your honor,” Kensington smiled back.
Ms. Loveless looked about ready to spit tacks.
“Anyway, getting back to the matter at hand,” Judge Hopper said, clearing his throat, “I hear Mr. Chad Cartwright wanted to testify on his own behalf?”
“He does, your honor,” Kensington replied.
Judge Hopper made a summoning motion. “Well, bring him in, then.”
I turned my head as the courtroom doors opened, and for the first time in over a year, I saw Chad Cartwright—the cowardly, abusive asshat himself.
He was in a motorized wheelchair which he manipulated by blowing into a tube. He seemed to have wasted away some, and while others in the courtroom may have been moved by his pathetic appearance, I only thought to myself, ‘Karma.’
“Mr. Cartwright, I understand you will be unable to take the stand, but do please situate yourself wherever you’re comfortable and can still see myself and the attorneys,” Judge Hopper said kindly.
Chad nodded and maneuvered himself in front of the witness stand. He looked around with big, sad, blue, puppy-dog eyes that used to move me as well. Now all I could see was a masterful performance.
“Mr. Cartwright,” Kensington began after all the courtroom pomp and circumstance of swearing him in was over, “thank you for joining us today. I know it’s difficult for you to get around, after the incident.”
“Yes,” Chad said. “It is difficult for me to get around. But I wouldn’t be anywhere else. I need to save my son.”
“Objection,” Ms. Loveless interrupted, standing. “Mr. Cartwright signed away his rights as a father. Alessandro Valentino is no longer his son.”
Judge Hopper narrowed his eyes on Ms. Loveless. “Really? Really? You’re going to be THAT petty to a paraplegic?”
“I wouldn’t care if he were physically missing everything below his neck. Language matters,” Ms. Loveless insisted.
Judge Hopper rolled his eyes. “Sustained.”
“Thank you, your honor,” Ms. Loveless responded before sitting back down.
Kensington was looking at Ms. Loveless with a withering expression. Ms. Loveless simply gave him a tight smile back.
“Fine. Mr. Cartwright, your biological offspring is in the court here today, is he not?” Kensington asked Chad.
“Yes,” Chad replied.
“Could you point him out to us?” Kensington continued.
Chad pointed in Alessandro’s direction with his head. “That’s Alessandro Valentino, the child I was coerced to sign away my parental rights to.”
“Coerced?” Kensington said, raising an eyebrow in surprise as though this whole testimony wasn’t rehearsed.
A fat, crocodile tear rolled down Chad’s cheek. A nurse quickly bustled out of the gallery and dabbed his face with a handkerchief. “Mr. James Valentino beat the hell out of me. Twice. I was afraid if I didn’t sign over my rights, he’d kill me.”
“So, you’re telling the court, under oath, that Mr. James Valentino beat you up, not once, but twice?” Kensington replied with mock horror.
Chad heaved a sob. “That’s right. I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to give up my little boy. But I didn’t want to die, either.”
I looked to my left and saw James was nearly purple with rage. I put a hand on his thigh, reminding him not to have any outbursts and not to leap over the table and strangle what little life Chad might have left in his body out of him.
“Did Mr. Valentino assault you before you signed your paternal rights away?” Kensington asked.
Chad nodded. “Immediately before. He demanded I sign the paperwork.”
“And you say there was an incident before that occasion that gave you reason to believe Mr. Valentino might, indeed, kill you?” Kensington prodded.
“Yes, sir. Mr. Valentino… Tally, his daughter, and I had a fight. He went protective dad all over me. Followed me to where I was staying, dragged me in, and beat the ever-loving-sh*t out of me.” Chad let another tear fall, which the nurse also wiped away. “I was so scared.”
“Of course you were,” Kensington crooned, laying a sympathetic hand over Chad’s and squeezing it, even though it was pretty clear Chad would be unable to feel it.
