My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 91 Hints Of The Trouble

Evelyn

"I can't believe it's him," I chuckled softly as I looked at the picture. "He doesn't look fifteen at all. Even his height was... too small."

"You see it too, right?" Rosaline flipped to the next page of the album, her smile never fading. "Here, see, this was when he won his first basketball trophy. Look at the smile on his face, così adorabile." "Aww... Jacob was such a baby," I mused, unable to hide my smile.

"Don't 'aww' me," he groaned, making an attempt to snatch the album, but Enzo stopped him as he plopped down beside him on the couch.

"Why so frustrated, my boy?" Enzo laughed, handing him a glass of wine, and offering one to me as well. "Evelyn deserves to see your childhood pictures, non è vero?" (Translation: Isn't that true?) "That's not childhood, Dad," he scowled, almost trying to hide his embarrassment. "That's a deformed teenage period! Totally screwed up."

"Hey, you looked cute," I spoke up. "I admit your height was a little too... short, but I wouldn't say there was anything else bad about it. Look at you..." I raised a picture of him holding a cricket bat. "You look so precious."

"Cute, il mio sedere," he rolled his eyes, and Enzo slapped the back of his head, immediately earning a groan from him. (Translation: Cute, my arse.)

"Che cazzo!" (Translation: What the fuck!) He looked at Enzo in bewilderment while I tried to hold my laughter. No matter how manly he had become, I loved and absolutely enjoyed the sight of him being treated like a child by Rosaline and Enzo.

"Be grateful for how you looked because if you had seen my pictures, you'd have hung yourself with something," Enzo tsked, sipping on his wine. "I didn't gain any height until I was nearly seventeen. Everyone used to call me 'fatso,' but you, you at least looked cute."

"Where are the pictures, by the way?" Jacob's interest suddenly shifted as he looked at Rosaline.

"He burned them," she chuckled, "He was too embarrassed about it, and, to be honest, I can't blame him for that decision."

"You were that ugly, Dad?" Jacob now looked at him.

"Unfortunately, yes," Enzo released a sigh, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Here, Evelyn...see this picture," Rosaline flipped to another page, plucking out a picture of Jacob wearing a dress.

Oh my god! Holy shit!

"What?!" A laugh slipped past my lips as I looked at it. Someone had even smeared lipstick on his pretty lips. "Why did he dress like that? Did he have a thing for girly stuff?"

"Mom, I don't think you should do this to me, put those pictures back!" Jacob stood up, frustrated, but Enzo pulled him down so that he would be seated in his place once again.

these pictures. "He's even wearing eyeliner, see..." She pointed to his eyes, and I could see the misshapen lines

really popping," I whistled softly

of yours, Evelyn. You're having too much

them," I shrugged, scrolling through his pictures as Rosaline gladly showed me more, completely ignoring Jacob. "So for now, I'll

when are you going to

was so easy to

she shook her head before plucking out another picture, "See this one, it was on his sixteenth birthday. You see his red eyes and cheeks? He was crying because he missed

I didn't know why my hand shook as I held the

Gosh....

also vanished. Enzo cleared his throat, attempting to be the only one in the room who didn't get emotional. Jacob had been through a lot at a

deserve any

eyes softening, and he

love you too..." he

his phone rang.

concern crossing his face as he

me, and yes, my photos

very grateful to all three

you do that," he walked out

the

leaving the three of us

room.

to me after he

first," she held my hands.

lot, starting with his previous parents and then a terrible partner, and so on," she spoke, her voice shaky and eyes teary "But you know, he's a good man, and he has

and thin

him

Evelyn. I promise, he'll be a better version of himself for you

right, Evelyn," Enzo spoke, flashing me a soft smile. "And he loves you, more than he's ever loved anyone

on my face. They

what. I will always be there for him, through the ups and downs, and the

she

your precious little son," I emitted a small chuckle as I lifted one of Jacob's images, and a laugh broke through her despite the tears. Enzo, too, ended