My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 205

Evelyn

The morning came but my excitement didn't fade. Overjoyed, I called Clara.

Sitting on the bed, I held my phone up for FaceTime, the ringing tone filling the room as I waited for her to pick up. My heart was still soaring, and I couldn't help but smile, practically glowing.

I mean, come on! I was engaged.

This was no less than a dream, and I clung to it with everything I had, even though I knew Jacob would never let anyone or anything take it away. He was here right here, beside me, forever.

"Why isn't she picking up?" Jacob's voice broke through my thoughts. His chin rested on my shoulder, his arms wrapped securely around me as he pulled me closer making me meet his body warmth. A frown creased his brow. "Do you think they're, I don't know...making babies?"

gasped, turning my head to gape at him. "What's wrong with you?!"

"What?" He shrugged, his smirk growing infuriatingly. “It's a plausible reason. Your dad can't be trusted, you know."

"Excuse me?" I jabbed my finger into his chest, spinning slightly to face him. "The only untrustworthy person here is you. My dad is the innocent one! You are that devil in two bestfriends!"

Amusement flickered in his eyes before a hearty laugh escaped him. "Oh, baby, you're so delusional,” he said, shaking his head. "Innocent? Your dad? Trust me, I've known him longer than you, and that is definitely not the case. You should've seen him in his college days. The only thing that straightened him out was you."

I raised a brow, curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?"

A soft chuckle slipped past his lips as he nuzzled my cheek with his nose. "Silly baby," he murmured, his voice warm and teasing. Then, he continued, his tone shifting, "After you were born, your asshole of a father changed. It was like watching an entire transformation unfold. He went from being just a boy to a man, Evelyn."

Suddenly, he wasn't joking anymore. The humor in his words gave way to admiration, his gaze distant as if recalling a memory etched deeply in his mind. "He had no one by his side back then-not even me most of the time, since I was in Italy after graduation. But he didn't give up. He wanted to be the best father, and he succeeded. I still remember something he said after his divorce from Danica. He told me, 'I want to give my daughter everything I can so she never has to fill the void inside her by searching for love elsewhere. I want to be the kind of father who sets the standard so high that one day, when she looks at another man, she doesn't think, What if he turns out to be like my father? Instead, she'll feel safe because he's just like her father.""

Tears welled in my eyes at Jacob's words, and he gently brushed my cheek with his thumb, his touch soothing.

"And I guess that asshole really did prove to be an amazing father, didn't he?" This time, his chuckle was infectious, coaxing a small laugh out of me.

"Yes, he did," I sniffled, my emotions threatening to overwhelm me. Then, without thinking, I swatted his arm playfully. "And he's not an—”

Before I could finish, Clara finally picked up the call, her shrill voice cutting through. "Hello, lovebirds! Didn't expect this view so early in the morning."

"Hi, Clara," Jacob greeted her with a smile, his voice calm as ever.

Jacob to Clara, unable to suppress a laugh. "We'll talk about that later, but where

dad,” she said, exhaling dramatically. "He was starving, so I had to rush. My phone was in the living room, but I couldn't just leave the bacon half-cooked. You know me I can't stand leaving things half-

where's-" My question froze mid-sentence as my dad's voice rang out in

to?" he asked. Clara turned slightly, the camera shifting just enough to show him in

answer. He strode over,

Princess," he greeted, his expression instantly softening. "How are you? Is that piece of shit bothering

Jacob's eyebrows, but he

Dad," I laughed, shaking my head. "He's not. Actually, we have some news to

Clara piped up, her excitement

dad interjected, his voice dropping to a warning tone as his eyes narrowed at Jacob. "Before you share anything, I swear to God, if you've gotten her pregnant, Jacob, I will

darkening. "What? What the hell are you even thinking?"

don't trust you!" my

could spiral further, I jumped in. "Wait, Dad, no! He hasn't gotten me pregnant!" I blurted, trying to contain the chaos. "It's

fucking waiting!" Clara interjected, her voice

but Clara was quicker. "Oh, just shut up and let him speak, Samuel. God, you've

Dad exclaimed, staring at her in

through, sharp and exasperated. He glanced at me before addressing them both. "My fiancée is trying to say something,

caught mid-breath. "Fiancée?" he echoed, his

wide-eyed shock. Clara's face

his, her mouth slightly agape as

you just call her?" Dad asked, his

lips. He had done it on purpose, dropping the news so casually it left them reeling.

voice brimming with satisfaction,

with a mix of affection and exasperation. "Show

a small nod, I held up my left hand, the phone steady in

"Tada!"

shit!" she squealed, practically bouncing in place. "Evie!

yes! He asked me last night. It was perfect—just us, in the quiet of our room, while the world

joy was, unsurprisingly, wrapped in gruffness. "You idiot," he snapped at Jacob. "You were supposed to wait until the 14th! It was going to be special!" "She asked me to make her my bride, and I couldn't wait, Samuel," Jacob replied smoothly, pulling

it was the most special moment," I said, giggling as I leaned in to kiss Jacob. “He made it

eyes. "At this point, he could hand you burnt toast, and

it!" Clara pinched his arm, making him flinch. "Just

Jacob's side. "He's my fiancé now. Better