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.

forcefully dressed him like that," Rosaline chuckled. She clearly loved looking at these pictures. "He's even wearing eyeliner, see..." She pointed to his eyes,

really popping," I whistled softly as I looked at Jacob,

of yours, Evelyn. You're

don't care, even if I have any terrible pictures, you've already seen them," I shrugged, scrolling through his pictures

are you

so easy to

this one, it was on his sixteenth birthday. You see his red eyes and cheeks? He was crying because he missed his

hand shook as I held the picture and examined it. His eyes

Gosh....

to Jacob, and I could see that his smile had also vanished. Enzo cleared his throat, attempting to be the only one in the room who didn't get emotional. Jacob had been through

didn't deserve any of

love you..." I mouthed, my eyes softening, and he flashed

love you too..." he

his phone rang. He

his face as he checked

yes,

be very grateful to all

do that," he

the

leaving the three of us in

room.

eyes shifted to me

held my hands. "I have just one request to make. Can

spoke, her voice shaky

thick and thin and

him

I promise, he'll be a better version

me a soft smile.

smile broke on my face. They

Rosaline, I promise that I will never leave his side, no matter what. I will always be there for

to have found someone like you, then," she smiled and

thank you for giving me your precious little son," I emitted a small chuckle as I lifted one of Jacob's images, and a laugh broke