Hundred and Five

SHELLY.

“How could you?” he snarls.

"How could I what?” My eyes don't leave his huge frame pacing back and forth.

“Why...” He breathes in and then out, slowly.

He comes closer to me and squats right in front of me. "Why did you tell Lord Asher, without seeking my permission or even as little as consulting me?” now his voice is a low growl.

“Because?” I’m livid, almost about to snap if he pushes this further.

He places his hand on my thigh. "Because I’m still the father, and I should have a say in his justice.”

I snort. "Amazing! This ought to be the most awesome speech of the century. Shouldn't it?” I stare at him.

"Shelly, this is not some cheap joke."

“Of course, it's not. Rather It's an expensive one.” I give him a round of applause.

“Then stop being ridiculous.”

"Ridiculous? Now I’m being ridiculous!” My tongue swipes over my teeth. "You, a papa? Who would have imagined? I mean, suddenly you're acting up and being all sneaky, and now you want to claim papa to my children, es