Edge POV
I want to beat the s**t out of my son-in-law. But his ass is fuckin right.
It hurts like a fuckin b***h. To know, I didn’t do s**t for my kid.
Yet my ass was always there for the rest. I don’t even remember holding her hand as a kid. Yet when the rest of the girls where scared.
They ran up to my ass. I held them. Comforted them. Held their hands.
I’ve been to a s**t ton of school s**t. For my brother’s kids. As well Cloe’s. From basketball and football games.
When Cloe’s ass was in volleyball.
I even sat at those desks. And spoke with Cloe’s teachers.
Vina and I never did that s**t for Ava.
Hell, I can even remember a time. When it felt like a month or two. Of when I would speak to her ass.
Who the hell fed her? When did she stop eating meals with us?
Throwing my
