“So what about Dad’s first mate?” I ask, more than just curious.
“She was never intended for him. She was just a detour, Seline told us. A way for Mateo to prove his love for your mother. Basically, Seline sacrificed her, which sounds horrible, but if you ever go to the Moon Goddess realm, you will understand. Your mother was supposed to be his other mate just like me, though if history were anything to go off, it would have gone tragically wrong, and I would have killed your father and, in turn, condemned your mother.”
“So I don’t get it. Who was the chosen mate?” I huff, as confused as I am eager to find out more about their unique journey.
“Your father, and your mother, I had to choose him, and he had to choose her,” Dad shrugs.
“Huh, but Kyan and Jonah are different, though. Neither of them is bisexual,” I tell him.
“But they are friends. That could be enough. You’re not cursed, so they don’t have to be mates; they just need to accept that they can share. Damn, that sounds so weird to say,” my father says, and I chuckle.
“Why is that weird? You have two mates,” I laugh.
“Probably because you are my daughter, I don’t like the idea of you being with any man, let alone two. That’s just two assholes I have to fuck up if they break your heart.” I chuckle and shake my head. His comment makes me feel a little better. Two mates… Is it possible when they aren’t bonded to each other?
“Mom said chosen bonds are stronger. Do you believe that?” I ask him.
“In a sense. They are basically the same; I love your mother and father exactly the same, and the bond is exactly the same. It’s just, I don’t even know, not like loving one more but loving them for different reasons, seeing them differently yet the same, without the other, they wouldn’t be whole in a sense,” he blabbers, making little to no sense to me.
“So the whole, light and dark, and I am guessing you are the dark.” I try to hide the smile.
“Now, whatever gave you that idea?” my father laughs. I raise an eyebrow at him.
“Yes, your father was the good, easy-going one, while I am, let’s say… what is that term?” He looks at me with a faint smirk on his face.
“Complicated?” I offer. “Which exactly explains your’s, Mom’s, and Dad’s relationship. It’s complicated,” I chuckle.
“Hmm, I wonder if I should make that facebook official. Change it to ‘it’s complicated,” he jokes.
“Not if you value your life, pretty sure Mom may take that the wrong way,” I reply amused, crossing my arms as I smile slightly.
“Oh, she definitely would. I can already imagine the sex silence she would put me in,” he chuckles, fully aware of what he is doing by saying that.
“Ew, not a picture I want.” I shudder, waving my hand at him.
“Then don’t ever watch our home videos; they will definitely leave a bad image in your head,” my father laughs at the look on my face. Oh my god, don’t tell me they have made sex tapes?
“No, there are no videos. Your mother made me delete it, but don’t tell her I backed it up on the cloud and kept a copy. But since you know now, do me a favor and delete the video called birthday suit. It isn’t a streaking video; just delete it and don’t tell your mother.” I blink at him, unsure if he is being serious or if he is just trying to horrify me even more.
“Oh, and the one called Dad’s Birthday Surprise Part Two, just delete that one as well,” he adds like he didn’t just tell me to delete sex tapes of my parents.
“Are you being serious?” I ask him.
“Yes, but don’t tell your mother I have them. I told her I deleted them,” he says, and I shake my head. Unbelievable. “What? Everyone does it, I’m sure it isn’t that odd of a thing to do.” He shrugs.
“What, to film yourselves? What if someone found them?”
“Yeah, that happened already. Your uncle Andrei saw a bit more of your mother than he wanted to. He has never let me live it down, and that is exactly why your mother made me delete them.” I pull a face at that and shake my head. I feel sorry for mom, that must have been mortifying!
“Ok, subject change. I did not need to know that information,” I cringe.
“But you did. What if I died tomorrow, and you stumbled across them? Now, you know what to delete. See, I saved you from having that image in your head,” he laughs. I raise my eyebrows. At least one of us was enjoying this conversation.
“Why don’t you just delete them, save us all from the torture of having to do that honor?” I mutter.
“I told you about the sex silence,” he smirks as he looks at me.
“Sex silence?” I raise my eyebrow questioningly once more. He really does love talking in riddles.
“Yep, that’s how your mother likes to punish me, kind of like the silent treatment, but your mother has never been good at being quiet. She is a vocal woman. The woman can blabber like talking is going out of fashion. She needs to get the last word in, so she found another way to be silent with sex deprivation,” he says while he glares out the windshield.
He clearly doesn’t like mom’s punishment. It makes me wonder if he is currently being punished before I shudder grossed out at the idea of my parents having sex.
“Mom, punishing you?” I ask incredulously.
“Ah yeah, she is the one with the vagina and also a Moon Goddess,” Dad laughs.
“You could always get it off Dad,” I tell him.
“No, because she commands him not to give me any,” he huffs, and I can see that really bothers him. I laugh, shaking my head. They are so weird
“Well, thanks for the over share, Dad,” I chuckle. I really needed this.
“Just doing my fatherly job of making shit awkward or embarrassing,” he laughs.
“Pretty sure that isn’t in the job description.”
“No, but making you feel better is, though. I know I am not around much, but you can tell me anything, Marabella. Just because you are grown up now doesn’t suddenly make me not your dad, even if it is boy troubles you want to talk about, I will listen, even to the awkward stuff, then beat those fuckers down if needed,” he says making a wave of warmth rush through me. I won’t take him up on that offer. I am already a burden, but just him saying that helps. A little.
“You don’t need to beat anyone,” I tell him.
“You sure? I can still turn around. We aren’t that far out of the city.” I smile and give him a nod, knowing he would turn around if I asked him to.