Judas kiss

Chapter 82 - Just don`t feed him noodles.

Lyle had been crying.

"He will be fine, don't worry about him." Marcela assured her daughter as she took small steps with her

crutches on either side of her armpits. She had improved over the past month, she wasn't fully

disabled. Her body had just forgotten how normal functions used to work and it just needed a little

reminding of everyday routines.

"I feel horrible." Della said softly.

"You and Andre can't take care of him forever, he needs to eventually come home. I'm really glad

Gerald and I settled things.." Marcela said taking a seat in their lavish living room.

"You did?" Della questioned, clearly surprised.

"Yes, he said Lyle could stay with Garreth and I then weekends would be his."

"Wow that's great, I thought he was an unreasonable person."

"Gerald is a great man, I just ruined him.. like everything else that I touch." Marcela said a little sad.

Della didn't want to say anything because it was true and she wouldn't lie to her. It was great that they

were on speaking terms.

"So are you ready to go to France?" She changed the subject.

Della smiled widely laying her right hand on her belly bump.

"Yes, a little nervous.."

"Why?"

"I don't know, Andre doesn't want us to stay in a hotel. He wants us to stay in their family home with his

father and brother. I just feel nervous—"

"But you know them... what's the big deal?" Marcela shrugged.

"I guess, I'm just anxious."

"Everything will be okay, have fun. Don't worry about Lyle."

"I feel bad because Andre and I promised him that he would come with us. That was before we knew

that he didn't have a passport and that may take a while. I will make it up to him.." She sighed.

"Hopefully.."

"He is just being a brat, don't mind him."

"Marcela!" Della warned. "You need to start being considerate about his feelings. You need to stop

putting everything aside just so you don't have to deal with it. If he is crying be there for him, don't just

say.. he will be fine."

"Hilarious, my own daughter teaching me how to be a mother—" Marcela jokes but then looked to see

that her daughter didn't seem amused.

"I was only joking... wow don't you have a sense of humor or your pregnancy is to blame.." Marcela

uncomfortably laughed.

Della breathed in and out before replying.

"Just treat Lyle well, I already spoke to Garreth and I know he is great with kids especially Leo. Your job

will be minimum."

"You think I can't take care of my own son?"

"Just don't feed him noodles on a daily.." Della retorted standing up to leave.

"Della, I'm trying for us to bond." Marcela sighed. "Come tell me about any pregnancy problems you

have been having.."

"Nothing, I'm fine." Della replied quickly. "I actually needed that with Leo's pregnancy not now. I don't

hate you or anything like that but you can't just expect everything to be peach perfect."

"Oh..." She paused. "Where is Leo?"

"With his grandmother—" Della replied.

"Adela! You really let the woman who sabotaged your marriage to be near your son? She is capable of

poisoning him."

"She has changed unlike someone, I know.. Jeanine was invited to a kids pageant as a surprise judge.

She wanted to take Leo with her and I don't think there anything wrong with that. They have became

really close.."

Marcela nodded with disgust.

"So when will I also get to hang out with him? Or is it because I'm not rich like her?"

"Not everything is about money Marcela! You can't even take care of your own son, I can't trust you

around mine. Besides don't act like you ever cared about him."

"For fucksake why are you so bitter?"

Della knew this conversation would end in a heated argument.

"You're insensitive and—" she paused, it wasn't worth it. "You know what, it doesn't matter."

When Della had managed to stand up, Marcela was quick to apologize.

"I'm sorry, I really sorry. I'm trying... okay?"!

"I really don't think you and I will ever have any type of relationship but it's okay. My life wouldn't make

any difference, with you or without you."

With that Della left her my beyond flabbergasted. She was shocked, Della was now unapologetically

mean to her. She didn't hold back from telling Marcela exactly how she felt.?

-

When Della got home, Albane had informed her that she had a guest. She immediately thought it was

Mila or Amber. She really wasn't expecting anyone else.

"You didn't just think, I would disappear right?"

Della seemed bewildered.

"I don't even know you!"

"Oh, don't pretend you don't know me!" The woman sneered at Della who was just a few meters away

from her. Della still seemed confused..

"I honestly don't."

"Just because you gave Andre a grown ass child and now you're here again like a reserved baby

making machine... it doesn't mean he will stay with you forever."

That's when it dawned onto Della that this was obviously about Andre. Was this one of the women

whom he had previously interacted with sexually during their divorce? She was pretty, she had

beautiful caramel brown skin and a bouncy curly fro. Della really didn't want to have any sort of

altercation or war of words with her. The woman let her eyes roam towards Della's hand where Andre's

ring laid. She immediately seemed infuriated.

"I just don't understand why he would want someone like you?!"

"Andre isn't here but I'm sure you know where to find him—" Della replied calmly.

"Of course I know where Andre is, I'm here to talk to you. I'm just disgusted with your lack of self

dignity. Why would you take him back? After everything he did. You have no self respect what so ever! I

get it, you were probably tired of living in poverty with your son right? Well let me tell you something.

Andre will get bored of you and when he does, he will call me to his office for a good fuck while you

play house wife and take care of your playground of kids."

If Della said the words she threw at her weren't hurtful then she would be lying but she somehow

managed to compose herself even though her insecurities told her there was some truth in this. She

didn't want to let it bother her.

Albane immediately interrupted.

"Ma'am, I think you should leave. Marta should not have let you in—"

"What? You can't kick me out? We aren't even done talking.. right Adela? The daughter of a prostitute!"

This made Della feel awful but she still didn't say anything. She felt never wanted to say things that she

might regret later. Stress would be good for the babies. She wouldn't waste her time yelling back at a

stranger who didn't add value in her life.

"Andre doesn't love you, he is just infatuated by the fact that he could never have you." She chuckled

as Albane forcefully escorted her out. "He loves a good challenge, you know that too well. Especially in

the bedroom!" She yelled.

When Albane had escorted the woman out, he returned with a glass of water and handed it to Della.

"Don't mind her, she is delusional." He said softly.

"Is she one of—" Della didn't want to finish the sentence but Albane already knew. He simply nodded.

"I will admit, there have been a lot but you shouldn't let it bother you ma'am. Andre loves you and he

made mistakes."

It actually bothered her but she wouldn't show it. So she smiled... "It's Della, Albane. I'm still the girl

whom you drove home after I got kicked out by Jeanine.." she nervously chuckled.

"I know.." he laughed along, giving her a pet on the shoulder before he left.

"Call if you need me.."

"Alright, thanks Albane."

—

It was late.

Surprisingly she didn't feel like cooking so she didn't. She tried reading a book to try and forget about

everything that had happened but it was of no use. She switched the channels trying to find something

to watch but it was all a bore. She decided to sleep on her side of the bed, just thinking..

When the door opened, she heard footsteps before the bed dipped and someone hugged her. She

giggled as he kissed her everywhere from her cheeks to her neck.

"No shoes, on the bed Andre!!" She said laughing. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

"I couldn't wait to come home." He said giving her one last kiss as he backed away. Della gave him an

acknowledging smile before he realized something was wrong.

"Is everything okay?" He asked unbuttoning the top button of his white dress shirt.

"Yes." Della said quickly but Andre wasn't buying it.

Andre walked over to her and put her hand in his. "Talk to me?" He said softly.

"It's nothing really.."

"It's something if you haven't even eaten, yes Marta told me."

"I'm just tired.."

"But you still have to eat!"

"I will." She replied flatly.

"Andre..." She called softly. He turned to look at her with concern. "Just how many women have been in

this bed?"

Andre sighed. Seemingly he felt embarrassed. He knew exactly where this was going. He feared it.

"Ever since I met you again... at the hotel. I haven't been able to look at any other woman the same."

He paused. "I also had the beds changed.."

"I suppose that's supposed to make me feel better." She replied sarcastically.

"We weren't together so I don't get why you're upset!" Andre replied with the same tone.

"Okay! Well one of your girlfriends was looking for you.." Della roughly pulled her hand from Andre's out

of anger. She didn't understand where all this anger was coming from. She honestly tried to not make it

bother her but she did.

"I'm sorry." Andre said when he realized how offensive his last line sounded.

"Okay!"

"I'm really sorry... please don't leave—"

"Why would I leave?" Della questioned.

"Because, I can tell you have zero tolerance for any mistake I'm bound to make and we aren't married

so you could just leave whenever you want to and I don't want that... I love you Della."

"I'm not leaving.." Della finally said. "And is that why you wanted to marry me?"

"No!"

"Ofcourse, you wanted to tie me down thinking I wouldn't leave.." She heaved a heavy sigh.

"Unbelievable."

Before Andre could form any sentence, he was interrupted by a knock. I knew that knock all too well, it

was my baby. Andre heaved a sigh, probably wanting to continue arguing with me.

Leo entered the room. In his pajamas, he didn't hesitate climbing in the bed. Della hadn't told him that

she was expecting, it just sort of slipped of her mind.

"Mom, dad.." Leo said in a sad tone. "Do you still love me? Or you're bored of me."

"Ofcourse we love you sweetie, why would you think that.."

"Then why are you having another baby, you want to replace me? Or you're just fat!" Leo said with a

sigh.

"Yes, mommy is having two more babies but—"

Leo immediately started groaning. "Two more? Mommy how can you do that? You said I would always

be your only child. You promised, you said we would get a dog but not a baby not even two. I don't like

them... I won't like them..." Leo huffed.

Della remembered, it was basically all her fault for telling him that she would never get married or settle

with a man. She didn't think she would ever be pregnant again either, not only because it painful and all

but because she just didn't see herself doing that.. with who of all people. She was comfortable with

her life and knowing that she would never be in love... ever!

"They're girls, don't you want to little sisters to play with?" Andre persuaded him pinching his cheeks.

"They're girls?" Leondre suddenly changed his tone.

"Yes, twins."

"Oh wow, I'm having sisters that are twins? That's so cool. I thought you were having boys to replace

me. I can't believe I'm having two sisters, I can't wait to tell Lyle?"

Andre and Della looked at each other and smiled.

"I'm a big brother." Leo announced. "When are they coming? Mommy please don't die!" Leo said

quickly. This made his parents laugh.

"September.." Andre and Della said in unison.

"I can't wait, dad when will we paint their room?"

"We're going to France, we won't have time but I will hire someone to do all the work. Are you excited

for France?" Andre asked watching his son biting on his lip. Whenever he was thinking of a reply or

anything.. he always bit on his bottom lip.

"Super excited, I want to see the Eiffel Tower. I want to go on an airplane.."

Andre turned to look at Della.

"He has never been one okay?! It's not like I had money to waste on traveling." Della said going to the

bathroom. As soon as the door was closed shut. Andre whispered..

"The girls make mommy a little snappy.."

Leo whispered.

"She was shouting at me for leaving my unwashed glass? in the sink. Mommy is so moody.."

Andre whispered.

"Don't mind her.."

Della immediately yelled.

"I heard that! All of it."