Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 343

Daniel sighs and glances at Jerome, willing to explain. “We got a phone call from the prison during cocktails,” he says, pitching his voice low as if he’s still worried about being overheard. Probably the result of growing up in a house filled with secrets, I consider, thinking about the little kidney bean in my own belly. Would my baby be the same, being raised in a Lippert house?

“Oh?” Jerome asks, his eyes going wide. “Is everything…okay?”

“Yeah, it was…” Daniel glances at me now, “it was actually just dad calling. He got his phone privileges so that he can call people who are not his lawyers.”

A thousand emotions flood me at this news but I keep my body perfectly still, blinking softly and not letting a single one of my feelings cross my face. Instead, I take a deep breath and sip at my soda.

“That’s so creepy, Fay,” Janeen whispers, and I flash my eyes to her, confused and surprised.

“What?”

“I once saw you have a meltdown because you dropped your coloring book in the bathtub,” she says, leaning forward to peer at me. “You’ve always been like, the most emotional person I’ve ever met.”

“So?” I ask, confused.

“So?” she replies, her face twisting with displeasure. “Your husband just told you that your baby daddy, his father, just called from prison – and that he can call from prison, even though you haven’t talked to him since he told you he thought you were cheating on him. And you just sit passively? You, of all people, show no emotion?”

I sigh, resting my drink in my lap and looking down at it for a second, clenching my teeth. “What do you want me to do, Janeen?” I ask, frustrated. “Break into tears? Fall on the floor in hysterics?”

“Kinda!” she says, and I whip up my head to glare at her as she throws her hands in the air. “Because that’s what my sister would do! I don’t know how I feel about this,” she says, bringing her arms down and using her pointer finger to squiggle a line in the air between us, “this new Fay who is so placid. Were you body snatched? Are you a robot?”

“If I was,” I snap, leaning forward to glare at her a little, “would I remember the time that you passed out drunk, and naked from the bottom down, in the kiddy pool? And that the neighbor’s dog found you there, and stole the hotdog you were holding – all night – right out of your hand?”

Janeen gasps, clasping a hand to her chest. “That was a secret, Fay!” she hisses, leaning forward to glare at me more as Daniel and Jerome burst into laughter.

“Well at least I’m still your sister, Janeen!” I snap back, leaning further forward.

“My sister would never tell strangers –“ she insists, but Daniel interrupts.