"You heard me, Ken. Our little girl is up there in stitches, barely able to breathe because she's crying so hard. How could you do this to her? I know you saw how happy she was with him! We finally got her back after what Brandon did to her and now look what you've done!" I accused, my voice raising just the slightest bit.
"You weren't there when he was bragging to me about her! You didn't see the smirk on his face when he told me he fucked her tits!" He roared quietly. I forced myself not to blush as I squared off with him, not letting him talk me down this time.
"So what, Ken? My parents knew we were having sex! And if they didn't, it was pretty damn obvious after you got me pregnant at eighteen! She's done nothing but make us proud her whole entire life! All I want is for her to be happy, why isn't that your main goal too?" I demanded sadly.