Ice, Love, & Other Penalties

Chapter 42

Ty: How’s Christmas with the parents?

Indie: Fun, as usual. How’s Cabo?

Ty: Sunny and . . . there’s not much sand, but at least my girl got to spend some time on the beach like we used to when we lived in Florida.

Indie: She misses it, huh?

Ty: Surprisingly not as much as I thought. I think she missed the quality time we spent together which I’m giving to her now—thanks to your advice.

Indie: You don’t give yourself enough credit. The transition between one state to the other, plus her going from a toddler to a big girl, happened at the same time. The adjustment was hard, but you two are on the other side.

Ty: You helped us, you’re just afraid of being part of the equation.

Indie: A little.

Ty: How’s therapy?

Indie: We’re back to claiming the benefits?

Ty: The only benefit I want is your complete trust. That we can cuddle whenever I want, and you accept that I love you. I love eating your pussy and when you let me fuck your mouth . . . Honestly, I just want every part of you. Heart. Body. Soul.

Indie: I’m working on it.

Ty: :grinning: emoji

Indie: What’s that for?

Ty: You’re not rejecting me, I call it progress.

Indie: I told my parents last night.

Ty: A little more context will help me understand what we’re talking about.

Indie: Frederick.

Ty: Oh.

Indie: Dad wants to kill him. Mom asked if we could all go to therapy so they can work on it and also help me.

Ty: I’m glad you’re finally talking about your fears with those who love you.

Indie: It’s scary, but I do want to get better.

Ty: Anything I can do for you? I’ll be happy to go to couples therapy.

Indie: We’re not together.

Ty: Not yet. :wink: emoji

Indie: And with that, I leave you. Have a wonderful Christmas and send a kiss to Myra. I really miss her.

Ty: We miss you too.